Dignity

And I’m not as strong as you may think.
I still scream myself to sleep.
With fists clenched, curled up, retreating;
from that life, from that lie, defeated.
I’m still, I’m still feeling-

And your lips, they make it safe to breathe.
Your soft kiss, a temporary eclipse of the pain.
But by nightfall, the scars are clearly showing.
Only the pillow knows, the pillow hears my screams-
the tears bleeding from my eyes.

And in my dreams, I’m still screaming.
I cry out, but they don’t hear me.
The scars, they wont stop bleeding.
The pain, the pain is not receding…………

And so what do I do,
what do I say?
How do I make it go away?
It’s not that I’m not dealing,
I’ve been fighting all my life.

And where do I turn;
how do I change?
I’ve found the answers, I thought,
but they’re not making me feel safe.
Not from what I have to face,
in my dreams……
In my dreams……

And you think it’s a little much.
And maybe I’m a little out of touch, with reality.
And you’ll say, I’m just overrthinking.
Overemotional, typical teenager.
But tell me have you seen the shadows?
The emptiness, the dark abyss, the lies, the screams, the pain, the dare I go on…
The show it stops for you.
But where I come from, it’s not pain, unless your black and blue
and screaming.

On your knees, I said.
On your knees.
On your knees, she said.
On your knees.
Soon we’ll take away, all your dignity.

And now, you’ll start your screaming.
Your broken heart, perpetually bleeding.
On your knees, she said.
On your knees.
On my knees, I said.
On my knees.