People say
In time it will all go away
The bruises
The scars
The pain

And yes
maybe my appearance
will eventually be the same
after Mederma does its magic
and my blood evaporates to make rain
But what about the tragedy

Of your physiological interference
With my brain
My emotion
My devotion
MY LIFE
That will never be the same
Because nothing you've caused
Will ever go away

And no matter what people say
They'll never know
the truth
The truth
The truth

about what went on
In the silence of the school's corridors

The hidden abuse
In the silence of the school's corridors

The reason for my overwhelmed anxiety
In the silence of the school's corridors

And they never heard my hushed cries
In the silence of the school's corridors

so I ponder
as I examine my wrists
seeing where his fingerprints once did exist
whatever happened
To the hidden cameras
Positioned secretly in each hall
The slither of hope
That they would see me as I fall
Whatever happened to
The “safest” place being
In between the school's walls