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-As The Wound Heals-(Part 11)
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| "As The Wound Heals" |
| "The Demon" |
| "I No Longer Cried" |
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"As The Wound Heals"
"No telling how I'll feel, no telling what I'll see,
no telling what will happen, If he keeps on touching me;
Slowly the bloods been shed, and slowly the wound has healed,
slowly I covered up the scars, and the trajedy's revealed."
"The Demon"
The demon lay, in the shadows, waiting for a chance,
my family, denying it all, choose not to take a stance;
I was robbed, of my dignity, childhood and dreams,
yet no one listened, to my cries, or blood curling screams.
It hurt so bad, my body ached, and my soul was torn,
I was desacrated, abused by those, who I once adored;
Screaming outloud, for the pain, is forever inflicted upon me,
Crying silently, for those he'll hurt, as he remains forever free.
I lay there thinking, all night long, staring at the ceiling,
always wondering, why he did it, or what he was feeling;
I lay there praying, all day long, huddled on my floor,
always wondering, if he'll do it again, or what's in store.
I was too scared, to open my eyes, or even to look around,
and if someone else cares, I back away, staring at the ground;
My whole life changed, and filled with a torture, I couldn't outrun,
and waiting in the shadows, for his chance, lay the demon.
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"I No Longer Cried"
He put his hand on my leg,
so I said move it back;
He told me what he wanted,
and I said take it back.
But he didn't listen,
and he kept on trying;
So I tried to fight,
but he ignored my crying.
I lived life in a hell,
and prayed that I had dreamed
But when he stoped,
and when he was done;
I tried so hard,
so hard to run.
But my legs would'nt move,
and my body went numb;
and I no longer cried,
I no longer screamed...
I lived life in a hell,
and prayed that I had dreamed.
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