I’m surviving and yes I do cry ,

I try to escape the thoughts of wanting to die .

I lie to protect myself ,

Against my fleeting youth of a concerning truth .

You can count the suffering I’ve endured ,

wounds that lay under my sleeve to forever stay .

They used to pray for him to offer forgiveness ,

So I could heal .

But I wasn’t willing to take the blame for this ordeal to confess to a sin that made me bleed .

I agreed to the events that I didn’t try to run that I was so ashamed I stayed away from the sun .

It was to late to scream rape cause let be real it will only lengthen the hate .

This is now my fate a emotional wreck with no stability in sight just struggling to fight .

Just because he forced the deed of his ungrateful greed , yet I’m the bad seed!