It's all my fault, I'm all to blame. Things will never be the same. My friends are far between and few. In Heaven, weeping with all his might. I do not deserve to live.
Weeks go by, and so do months.
I'd like to talk with him, just once. But he's concluded all conversation, Complete denial declaration. I must go on, I cannot die, And I refuse to live a lie. Before I was raped, I always thought it was just a bunch of battered women asking people to feel sorry for them. Now though, I know the pure torture it is to just live every day.