every day i have to live with it
i have to live with his face in my life
i have to live with the regret of it
i have to live with the pain of it
why did he do the thing he did
i thought all he wanted was help
but he wanted something else
he wanted his pleasure
and he wanted it from me
he didn't need help
he only wanted to take my innocence
the memories hunts me to this day
i try to drink it away
but it comes back
and wont ever leave my dreams
i cry every night thinking
if only i did it different
if only i stayed away from that store
if only i said i couldn't help him
why did i let him do that
why do i feel so torn apart from it
i make these cuts to punish my self
for what i did
even tho they say i did nothing
and its not my fault
then why dose it feel like it is
memories are the things that kill me
why dose my first memory have to be
of me being beaten in an orphanage
why cant i have good memories
why is the bottle not helping me any more
its only making it worse
god help me
i use to feel close to you
but now i cant find you in my heart
what has happened
why do you let some people live
why did i have to be the victim
how do i move on when I'm always reminded of it
help me
i feel all alone in this cold world
i feel as if people don't have hearts anymore
how can they live with them self's like that
how can they do such twisted evil tricks on
the Innocent ones


