I've journeyd through life with alot of grief & sorrow
I've faced moments when I didn't want to see another tomorrow
Before getting over one heartache, another stepped in
It was an endless circle of torture an endless suffering
Those whom should have been a comfort to me
Added to my sorrow, deliberately hurting me
Through those dark times my pain flowed through the ink of my pen
Words to paper, was more trusting than any 'friend'
Today I share my experiences hoping that someone out there will not feel alone
For I've also blamed myself, for things beyond my control
Some said it was my fault & I started to believe it too
But can you blame a victim whose been beaten black & blue
Can you blame them for the scars their bodies bear
Hating to stand in front of a mirror for a reminder is always there
"Get over it", that's what they constantly said
Yet...