Love... Hate... it's all the same
To a motherless child.
Now emotions seem to be all a game.
Someway, somehow life has become something that you played.
My heart has become a toy to others,
This made my pain grow even further.
Each and every night I prayed;
That maybe she'll love me,
Maybe she'll be there,
And I wouldn't be so scared.
I wouldn't be such a
Motherless child.
Full of depression, lack of compassion.
But three years too late,
I came to a realization
That after all of these years of a young girls' imagination
I was strong
And I had a say so in what I thought was wrong
You never had the right you beat me, you didn't know
The pain
The guilt
The pressure
Or the shame.
You made me want to fill this black hole in my heart
By dating older men.
Once more I'm just an
Motherless child
Just trying to make this life a little worthwhile.
I've been violated, beaten, and raped
But when I had the chance to escape,
You knocked me off of my feet,
Filled my head with lies and deceit.
You made me feel loved,
You made me feel proud,
But then you knocked my spirit down.
Once again my heart is on the ground.
I'm just a motherless child.
Living life with many frowns.
Time is ticking
My heart is racing
...It stops...
My mind is spinning
My soul and heart seems to be missing.
You ask me why I cry
I have only one reason why
For I am a
Motherless child.
One who lives without fear
But a mind full of doubt and
A face full of tears.