1. Remember my story
Once upon a time there was a girl
who was being torn apart
She learned not to trust
to always have her guard up
How could you ever understand where I come from?
Even if you ask
Even if you listen
You do not really hear
or see
or feel
You don’t remember my story
You haven’t walked my path
You haven’t seen what I’ve seen
You only see your own story
You cannot heal me
You cannot save me
My past defines me
This is who I am
I am unseen
unheard
unwanted
That is what I am, if even I am anything
Unable to see the dawn
to feel
to hope
to dream
And I find the darkest days of my life keep coming
It seems like it is always night-time and nightmares and never morning
And maybe I wonder why
but mostly I try not to think about it
and try to get by
and try to survive
This
my past
my history
This is my story
and I will, eternally, be the only one to remember