Nine year old me,
Sitting in the balcony
With torn clothes
And sticky skin
My flesh had to carry
All of his sin

She's staring blankly,
Her mind's off to flee
Wondrin' what's wrong with her body
To be caressed with monstrosity
Too naive to realize
Too innocent for lies

Nights her blanket taken out,
And her dress, slowly
Panic boils in her distress
Futile was her call of help
The devils feeds in her skin
When everybody was busy sleeping

Times I had to cry by myself
Wounds I had to cover
Skin I had to clean
And several pieces of me,
Shattered on the floor

The woman that carried me in her womb
Never knew
That man that raised me
Never knew

I chose not to speak
Because they never knew
I hid myself inside
Because they never knew
I'm dying everyday
They never knew

Six years passed,
Gone was that nine year old
I still kept it,
Very well hidden
Nobody knew

If not law,
Then justice
By my own hands.