Un-titled

She has so many nightmares
they are no longer dreams
so many months and years gone by
but still she lives this pain

She wished he hadn't done it
that he could've let her be
but now it is far to late
she asks herself why me

The first night it happened
so many years ago
he came into her room
she pretended not to know

She was so young and fragile
not knowing what to do
she forced herself to believe
that what happened was not true

Until again he did it
she realized it was real
wishing she could run away
she knew she'd never heal

Yet she still did not understand
she felt like she was lost
why was he hurting her
she thought she had his trust

Every night she'd pray to god
to save her from this pain
she wished to be invisible
she could not bare the shame

Her tears are cold and empty
she cries them every night
she wanted for the torture to stop
but she knew she'd lost the fight

Although this hurt was real
her face showed no signs
if anyone were to ask
she'd say that she were fine

even if she appeared
as tough and hard as stone
behind this little girl
an angel sat alone.