The words stung just like a bee
Deep down inside of me.
My heart was so young had been impaled
The day was hard it was time to exhale
The words were oh so sharp
The time to rise and see the dark
Do hero's really exist or is it complete fiction?
No one came to save me, I do believe it is encryption.
They wear a mask to hide their face
The wounds are deep this is my fate
"Hero, come Help" this is my plea
Don't run away and hide from me.
Will I break another time?
Or live to tell about this crime?
There are no heros near
Only pain and grief is here
I look hard to tell someone
Only to be told "hush I am almost done"
Oh hero come and save me now
Another piece I can't cry owe!
The hero never came to save the little one
She grew to hate herself and brokenness has won.
So...no hero's don't exist
They are just man waiting to molest.
