Why did you do it?
(part one)

When you would touch me
I would just sit and cry
But when I think about it
I just want to die.

I was raped-
Everything I valued was taken away
You have murdered me
In more words than I can say

When you touched my arm
I went with you
I knew it only ment harm
But I didn't know what else to do.

A zombie am "I"
which stands alone today
and when I think about you
(despite my hate)
I always seem to say...

If I hadn't said that
If I hadn't worn that
Maybe I'd still be alive
If I wouldn't let you
If you didn't want to
Maybe I would survive.

I despise you
with every inch of my torn-apart heart
and maybe it was just me
Maybe I couldn't do my part.

(part two)

You raped me
You took my body away
and I hate you- every inch of me!
every fucking day

I can't think of my family
without thinking of you
And if they found out...
I don't know what they would even do!

I hate you!
I hate you so fucking much!
And it only got worse,
with each and every touch.

I loath being the abused one
I want to be strong!
But somehow I always ask,
"What did I do wrong?"

I am depressed
I go into these spells
I cry and I scream
but no one who sees ever tells

Because they don't know
This is caused by you
The way that you hurt me!
The things that you would do!

I am so angry!
and deep inside
I find a shelter
Where I can hide.

But it always comes out
and it's not me.
I don't even know this person
People think they see.