Trampled Rose

They tell me it's not my fault.

They tell me it's gonna be okay.

I just don't know anymore.

My therapist suggests a hospital stay.

I can't look at men anymore.

I cringe when they look at me.

I can't stand being touched anymore.

Even by those closest to me.

This took place back now a year.

My parents told me to shrug it off.

There's nobody to help me here.

I just need someone to believe me.

I still think it's my fault.

I blame myself every day.

Survivors guilt is what they call it.

Constant fear and anxiety.

All I want is to talk.

I just need someone.

I can't handle this anymore.

Goodbye, I'm done.