Touched
I was touched at a young age.
I still don’t know how I can live with this pain,
But I still love this man.
I suffered through the most precious years of my life.
Trying to find my way and do what was right,
But all I could see was the pain inside.
Holding in tears that damaged pride,
Crying day in and day out as the world passed me by.
No one knew of all this pain and hurt I had inside
As I did things out of anger or just because I thought I could.
I even did shit ‘cause I thought it would make me feel good.
I didn’t have the guidance I needed to make it through another day,
Didn’t even have the courage to pray and say what my heart really wanted to say.
So, here I am, still lost and trying to find my way,
But, through it all, I must stand.
Never again will I be touched by another man.
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