Crying a river of tears,
for all the sadness, pain
and the fears,
slowly going insane.
Because what you did to me,
my world feels dark,
there's nothing more to see,
not even a small spark.
How long,
can I coop with life,
will I be strong,
won't I reach for the knife?
I try to do what's right,
all the time, every day,
the worst part is the night,
when the demons come out to play.
I really hope that I am the only victim you made,
who you made suffer like I do,
I would make it easier to deal with the self hate,
if I only knew that was true.
I feel as big a monster as you
for not doing the only thing possible
it's sad but true,
but I feel like a real criminal.
For not telling about the past
what you did to me,
how long will this feeling last,
will I ever be free?
R.