If only things were different,
and I was normal.
That the scars in my memory
could leave me and not return.
But every time I sleep, I see his face.
He's caressing my body and doing things to me
that make me quiver and shake.
I became entertainment to a sicko who liked
my childlike frame.
What if things could change?
If he never touched me there
or did what he's done to me.
Would I be the same girl
or would I change?
Why can't I sleep in peace
at least one night?
I can't help but cry for better life,
beyond what his hands have done.
Every scar and tremor, all the tears
and missed years of a true childhood.
or did what he's done to me.
Would I be the same girl
or would I change?
Why can't I sleep in peace
at least one night?
I can't help but cry for better life,
beyond what his hands have done.
Every scar and tremor, all the tears
and missed years of a true childhood.
I am not a toy, neither am I your entertainment.
The sound of your name or your kind makes me what to scream.
I would have shouted at the top of my lungs,
but you held my mouth closed, as you molested me.
The sound of your name or your kind makes me what to scream.
I would have shouted at the top of my lungs,
but you held my mouth closed, as you molested me.
Silver trophy winner
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