Where did I go during those long weary nights
Where did I pretend I was...
How was I capable of leaving my present being
Using all my might to ignore your cold, dirty, rough hands all over me
I drifted off into never-never land
Where we all roamed free and heavenly like...
Imagined a world where I was someone's daddy's little girl and he never made me feel so
Forever... A broken spirt, a washed up girl...
Still I secretly hoped I can be someone's little girl..
Still I remember those nights
You stole my childhood
Stole my innocents
You took the one thing you had no right to take...
Yet you did with so much confidence, so much pride
You even engulfed my body within yours as my own mother watched
How much of a real man are you now?
Then again how much is she a real mother?
Cheated out of having two loving parents,
A childhood wrongfully stolen from me,
Nevertheless what eats away at me the most,
you have so gladly given me
The Post Traumatic Stress Disorder
A life of instant untrustworthiness
of others, because you so badly betrayed me
I still live with the choices you choose to make.. With My Life
The actions you accepted to take. Concerning My Life
I am STILL affected