Every single night I sleep a sleepless sleep,
the dreams that I dream haunt me because they're always on repeat.
The dreams of my father being a monster abusing us up and on the streets,
or of my abuser who forced himself in me on those horrible sheets.
These thoughts are making me into a robot, their meanings are starting to creep.
All the therapy that I have done, just for it to retreat.
Days pass by and I am finally at the point where I am sick to my stomach,
I feel so sick, the room starts spinning and I start to be nauseous.
Does anyone even care when I am clearly being more and more cautious?
Oh what, is that my feelings? Fuck it just toss it.
Hide it in the deepest parts were my soul can only see.
Hide it good so I only know it hurts every time I breathe.
And when it finally breaks free it will come out along with my greed.
My trauma and shit I went through made me a different breed.
A side that you see and a side that I feel is not something that you will see free.
You think that you know me, that you got it down to a tee.
I don't even know any part of me.
