I ask myself the same questions
Knowing I can't change the past
Not telling a soul
letting it eat me up inside
"Maybe it was the way I was dressed?"
"Maybe it was how I acted?"
"Maybe if I ignore him he will stop?"
"I know I did something to deserve this"
No one wanted to hear my story
It didn't matter
I didn't have the courage to say it
So I just had to let it go
I was never truly able to let it go
Every time I saw his face
Whenever I was near him
I died inside
I remember all the words he said
I remember the way he touched me
The way I wished I would die
The way people heard and did nothing
The way people saw and did nothing
The way I did nothing