Every second I get weaker,
Every minute I die harder, every
Hour I fall faster, every day nothing
Seems to matter, every week I scream
Louder, every month I cry harder, every
Year there�s more to hear.
I wake up every morning with
Nothing on my mind, it takes me a
Couple of hours to realize not
Everything�s fine, when I grow up I
Want to be more then what you see
Of me, more then just a victim here,
I want to be out THERE, not afraid of
Anything, not afraid to be whom I want to
Be, but right now there�s more to do,
Trying to get rid of all my fears,
I�m crying out for you to hear what I\\\'m
Going through, no smile on my face,
Nothing seems to erase, why does this
Happen to me? Every little part of me,
I can�t sleep at night, no feeling of being
Alright, no food in my body, no feeling of being
Wanted, always feeling lonely, being raped at
The age of fourteen has done this to me,
Feeling worthless and used, abused and
Bruised, nothing left to feel,
Wishing none of this
Was real.
