I spend every moment replaying the abuse I endured
And every second I prayed my soul would be cured
I'm wishing that someone would listen
That my screams may be heard
It seems like hoping for a hero is far fetched
It's absurd
It feels like my plans to get to the surface will be impeded and deferred
It feels like the mental abuse is lifetime insured
I try to escape from my memories but I'm trapped by the blows that occurred
I wish my mind could delete it's memory
So I can see the finish line
So I can see my victory.