How can you grow up? With any kind of self-worth Or faith in humans When the one who abused you is out there roaming free without shame
As a child Your mind splits in two
People only see one side of you Al that rage built up inside and it’s still out of control Hoping to forget but I never will
Why can’t we live? Without any FEAR, we grow up being blamed for our abusers actions Because somehow it is our fault that we are sexually desirable AS children to these sick fucks
How could someone deflower a rose? Before it has bloomed? How could you? Ill survive in my garden of hate.