Dark secrets hidden through all of my years.
Strengthening my emotions and fueling my fears.
I was a child when he came to play
The emotional wreckage was one I had to pay.
The difference of wrong and right I did not know.
The haunting memories of you I try hard not to show.
Why did you feel you needed to play?
A child I was back then, back in those days.
This sick effect took its nightmarish toll.
Throughout the years I have had to bury them in hole.
But my mind, at times, replays the sad remains.
A loss of my innocence in your horrible games.
Do you feel regret for what you have done?
Would you even have cared that I didn't have fun?
Your sick obsession cost me my mind.
And "real" love, I could never find.
Your actions towards me still affect my life.
I have a hard time at being a relative or a wife.
To those who loves without your sick game
Thanks for the brokenness of my heart in pain.
Closeness and sharing had been a hard thing
For me to remember this is not just a sting.
My heart has begun to heal from the pain.
At least I can find the "real" me to gain.
To those who share my fate you know who you are.
But here I am standing strong with my emotional scar.
I have forgiven those who hurt me all of those years.
Through prayers to God day and night and a river of tears.