Holding this secret inside may just be what kills me. Nobody knows, And that is why they could never understand why I am the way I am. And mom yells at me As I fail to utter the repulsive truth. I've been holding this for too long And pretending it's not true, that sometimes I question if it ever happened And after my soul was taken without my consent, I couldn't bring myself to tell. Nobody ever knows why I cry myself to sleep at night, And sometimes it's better like that. I assume the reason I never told anyone was because I don't want their pity, I never wanted to feel any different. And for some reason I always had this discouraging thought that if I told my mother, That somehow in some sick twisted way, It was my fault. I hide the truth from everyone, Even myself, Because I still can't deal with the reality of what happened that night.

01/06/2002

Posted on 01/06/2002
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