You may have noticed the name Jane Doe.  I do this because I've told absolutely no one of my abuse.  Perhaps this submission will help me open up to my family and friends, or at the very least a counsellor.  I don't feel ready yet to vocalize my abuse at this time, but I'm working on it. -Jane Doe

Cycle Damn, will I ever forget What he did, what he said? How I hurt, how I bled? Damn, I must forget What he did, what he said How I hurt, how I bled How I felt, how I lied How I hid when I cried Damn, I've forgotten What he did, what he said How I hurt, how I bled How I felt, how I lied How I hid when I cried My childhood, my pleasure What most would treasure Damn, I've remembered What he did, what he said How I hurt, how I bled How I felt, how I lied How I hid when I cried My childhood, my disgust So forget again I must Damn, will I ever forget?! Damn, I must forget! Damn, I've forgotten Damn, I've remembered...again.

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