no.............

Help me
he's come back again
he's come to take me

Help me
Police, teachers...
there are no policemen now

don't cry
I have to be strong now

don't touch me
don't touch me

a gentle criminal
I am the victim

I'll close my eyes
try not to cry
I'll pretend he's not here

I wish mom and dad were around

to help me
please stop touching me
dont touch

where do I go to now
he doesen't disappear

You can ask me
but I will say nothing is wrong

I will keep silent
I hold my breath
I feel my lips sealed together

why did he do this to me
all the hurting questions they could ask

they call it trauma
I call it being dead

Im not here
this is not happening

Im holding onto mom
'cause I'm not here
Im not here
this is not happening
to me

. . . . .
. . . .
. . . . .
. . . .
. . . . .

Im not here
don't look at me while I'm crying
I wish I was dying

please leave me alone
no one reach out to me
I've died since what he did to me

please don't try
don't try to hold onto me

they called it trauma
I call it dying

and you can try the best you can
you will try the best you can

BUT THE BEST YOU CAN IS NOT GOOD ENOUGH

you will help the most you can
you can't help what I am

BUT YOU COULD NEVER HELP ME ENOUGH

you can cry all you can
you will cry all you can

BUT ALL YOU CRY COULDN'T HURT HIM ENOUGH