when am next to you
you make me feel
safe, loved and happy
but why do i scared of
I maybe strong but I’m not made out of steal.
My heart gets broken from what people say. They think it doesn’t hurt but it does.
They judge you that all they can do.
How can she grow up in the world with so much pain?
she keeps pushing so many people away.
she was only six when it happen.
She tries to hide all the past memory.
I looked to you with
help in my eyes
you looked at me with
The nightmare is getinng closer and closer
As she get closer to you
the mories come flashing back
Why dose she cry?
Why dose she feel shame?
Why is the road so long to her happiness?
But every time she looks in the mirror