There's a brand upon my heart,

my soul, my mind...

I'm searching to let it go,

The label upon my wrist that reads: "HURTING"
There's a voice inside my mind speaking: “GROW”

 

There's a presence over my body,
screaming pain over adolescence.

There's a sickness in my body,

caused by their touch…

There's a fear in my heart
that it will happen again.

There's an angel speaking deservance,

only a demon in disguise.

 

There's a little girl inside of me

that died so long ago.
There's a woman within me

that continues to whisper "LET GO"

There's a mother beside me,

my hand to hold...

 

 and the tears fall so soundly...

There's a witness inside of me

that tells a certain story.

 

There's a truth within my being,

This is our way to go…

 

Tomorrow’s mourning…