Words From Soul

I cried, I cut, I healed.

I cried, I cut, I healed.
But to them it's no big deal.
I was bruised, I was red, I was sore,
But they still wanted to do so much more.
I wanted to run, I wanted to love, I wanted to die,
But they didn't let me say goodbye.

If I was in pain, if I was in sorrow, if I was in sadness
But to them I was just an emotional mess.
I was slapped, I was kicked, I was punched
But they wanted to get me drenched in my own blood.
I was shoved, I was whipped, I was knifed
But that was the last thing I survived.