I can't talk to nobody
I feel like nobody understands
So I pick up some paper and grab me a pen
You see me smile, but only if you knew
The things that I hold on to
and just can't seem to let go
I know that I must forgive and I say that I do
But I don't really think that I actually do
Forgive me mother, my uncle, my dad, my aunt, my brother, my sister, and my ex boyfriend
For all the pain they put me through
I spoke up, no one listened
So it continued on and I just didn't mention
The things that went on in the middle of the night
It happened before so maybe it's alright
At five, at eight, at nine, and ten
Over and over and over again
She caught him, forgave, got married, nothing changed
I am over it now, I really am
I think about it even now and then
I have trouble sleeping at night
I try to laugh at it now, especially when I use to stand with a knife
I know the only way to get over it is to open up and speak
But when I spoke when I was younger
No one heard me
So you tell me, what do I do
When that voice in my head keeps saying
"You're waisting your time" "No one cares about you"
I can't shake that, I've believed that my whole life
I'm just glad that God gave me a pen, paper, and the ability to write
Because when I feel like no one hears me
I just write.