It's not your fault
Don't cry, you are okay they say
Don't mope, at least you are alive they say
Don't wallow, it could be worse, they say
It's not your fault It's not your fault Its not your fault
repeated over and over like a bug that won't go away
it stands there and mocks you from a place to high to be caught
they chant and they sympathize and they pity you
but whats worse than pity? whats worse than friends, now strangers, fake crying over you
feeling bad for something the world secretly blames you for
if girls didnt wear tight clothes, they asked for it, its just male primal nature
you are told that be thankful you are alive
he couldve killed you (you wish he did)
life could be worse, move on with your life, forget about it
but how? wheres the instruction guide on how get rid of the pain, the feeling of worthlessness,
thousands of knives are being stabbed through your body
millions of voices are telling you that you deserve it
hundreds of eyes stare at you everywhere you go
the thought of being alone is too frightening to bear
but the thought of making small talk with people whose souls havent been ripped out by one night
one night where he killed your mind, body, and soul
where you will never, ever trust anyone again
and making love will now be forbidden or you will face consequences of pain beyond imagine inflicted by your own mind
you will never be free. you wish you could jump into a beautiful, breathless body of water
and never come up.
so its not your fault right?
then why do i have the death sentence?