Ive drowned all the sadness, my tears, and my pain
I've recovered from anguish and from crying in vein
Ive forgotten the causes, the abuse, and the hurt,
Ive had chances of actions
for vengeance and hate
All the violence around me has made me this way
but now I realize that I have changed in a way
I'm not that child anymore
that little girl who always had nice things to say
the one who would hide her feelings and torments
and never say a word
I tried so many times to make it all go away
but I couldn't
there weren't monsters under my bed
The demon was from within
And I fought till the end
till one day I couldn't take it anymore
and I yelled and I screamed but no one came to my door
What was I to do
I was just a child
so innocent and yet so afraid
One time I cried myself to sleep on the cold floor
and no, the cold didn't bother me
there were worse things that hurt even more
and yet I slept like a baby
so peaceful and yet so afraid
I was at a point of no return
and I wanted to protect her
because she was the victim not me
but she was too blind for her eyes to see
so she needed me
because all of a sudden the happiness went away
and for holidays no one came to visit
no one even cared
and yet we were still content
because I would always smile
even though it hurt
I kept it all inside till that tragic day
and I was not to blame
not this time
and never again
I made things worse by the things I said
and for some reason I think I met death that day
I could've killed someone
and still have no regrets
that night no one slept
I was guarding her sleep
and hoped he would go away
then I asked in desperation
why is this happening to us
why can't we just go away
make it all go away
and again I got no answer
so again I went back to my bed
but that wasn't the end
the days passed so quick
yet I was still frustrated
I didn't mention it I didn't spoke a word
I learned to understand
and I was no longer afraid
I would go into this place where no one could hurt me
there I swallowed my tears
and I cried and I yelled
I got all my anger out
all my frustrations
all my deceptions
till one day I woke up
and the house was half empty
he had moved away
I didn't cry, I didn't care
but now he was gone
one would think it would end
but he still came to visit
he was lonely again
and he needed a friend
his remorse was not present
but he knew how we felt
He's a coward, a pussy,
there's so much to be said
But I admire her for finally
being so brave
and in the end
still want to be friends
because I can't
I have no pain
and I have no hate
But one cannot ask for love
when they have caused so much pain
