Every second it comes closer,
Every day it seems less far,
To the anniversary of the day,
That left me with a scar.
I find it so hard not to remember,
This sadly significant day,
The day when every hope in my heart,
Softly fell away.
I remember just sitting there,
Nervously playing with my hair.
Looking at you, wondering why,
Why I didn’t tell the truth, Why I had to lie?
You don’t understand- I was manipulated,
Hurt and abused, used and so mutilated.
It doesn’t make sense, I can tell I know,
It’s so late to show what I never let show.
Maybe too late, yet maybe so soon,
But so many stories came out of June
I hate this time of year,
Anniversaries of the fearful day,
Where chance ruined my hopes
and fate took my innocence away.
I’m sorry mum, you lost your trust,
I’m sorry dad, I’m so ashamed,
I’m sorry Jason, you got involved,
I’m sorry God, I was so deranged.
All because of the 28th of May,
When I picked up the phone and dialled away,
My life has changed, so unsafe in June,
Not looking forward to the 17ths moon.
And every day it gets closer,
Each day it’s a little more near,
To the day that throws my world apart,
Every single year.
*** June 17th 2003- utter hell, I’m sorry to my friends, my family, myself and especially my enemies for all I caused from May 28th- June 17th. My heart cries for absolution every night, from this horrid mistake, that took all purity from my face and replaced it with evil. God bless Andrea for not killing me.
