Ibtisamabdi

The darkness surrounds me
          	It's getting so cold
          	I'm all alone
          	With no one to hold
          	
          	My world is so empty
          	All what's left is pain
          	No sunshine to light my way
          	Just never ending rain
          	
          	I drown in tears
          	My heart is crying
          	No one seems to notice
          	My soul is dying

Ibtisamabdi

The darkness surrounds me
          It's getting so cold
          I'm all alone
          With no one to hold
          
          My world is so empty
          All what's left is pain
          No sunshine to light my way
          Just never ending rain
          
          I drown in tears
          My heart is crying
          No one seems to notice
          My soul is dying

Ibtisamabdi

"I'm not scared of anything"
          I wish my lie was true.
          I don't want help,
          "I don't need anything from you!"
          
          I hate when I cry.
          I hate when I'm scared.
          My life is going by
          I can't feel anything, anywhere.
          
          I'm sad and depressed
          I'm weak an abused.
          I'm told I'm bad.
          I just don't know what to do.
          
          "I don't want your help"
          But I don't want to cry.
          "Leave me here"
          "Just say good-bye!"
          
          "So you're gone....?"
          "Good riddance" I say!
          I guess I'm going to cry for
          Just one more day!

Ibtisamabdi

Walking through the rain,
          I try to forget the pain.
          I try to ignore the sting in my eyes,
          because I know, a strong girl never cries.
          I begin to run, run from my fears.
          But I am followed by my ever present tears.
          I want to leave these familiar places,
          leave behind all of these frequent faces.
          But where will I go?
          What will I do?
          All I know is I have to get far away from you.
          But something keeps me here,
          crying one last tear....

Ibtisamabdi

The things you did to me
          Took away what made me free.
          I was a prisoner to you, locked in a chain.
          You played me, like a puzzle piece in a game.
          It keeps me awake at night
          Because in my mind I wonder why?
          How could you do this to me?
          All this pain and misery
          You're ugly soul brought upon me.
          How do you live with yourself?
          Knowing that you changed my life for me,
          Took the things I never had.
          I want and need it back so bad.
          Our relationship started from something minor,
          From there to something worse.
          Things I thought I was imagining
          Became a haunting and memorable curse.
          Not only did you take my childhood,
          You took my life.
          Turned me around, and slit me with a knife.
          I never thought this would happen to me,
          But it did.
          I'll never forget,
          I'll never forgive.
          And all this pain I went through
          Was just because I trusted you.
          You stole my voice,
          I had NO choice.
          You took advantage of me,
          Took control of my whole body.
          And yet I stand strong, to this day.
          My hate for you will never fade.
          The battle is over, it hasn't just begun.
          Now it's the end...I'm the girl still standing..
          I'M THE GIRL WHO WON!!

Ibtisamabdi

I take away beauty
          I take away lives
          I tear apart families
          You'll live in my lies
          
          You'll cover me up,
          with sleeves
          I'll isolate you-
          or at least that's what it seems
          
          you'll feel so deserted
          you'll feel so alone
          I'll drive you insane
          I'll make you feel numb
          yet my pain you just can't get enough of
          
          the pleasure the pain 
          the release that you feel
          maybe you'll need stitches
          just so "it" will heal
          
          the more you use me
          the deeper you slide in
          the more blood you see;
          the deeper your drawing begins
          
          I'll help you draw the lines
          I'll help you pain stars
          and the more you abuse me
          the more I'll leave scars
          
          but if I cause you death
          you blame me
          you took me in hand
          this I know you can see
          
          I'm caused by depression
          Mr. Razor's my name
          you can try to cover me up
          but I'll still leave an emotional stain
          
          so don't dare forget me
          remember my name
          you'll be thinking it later
          as you cry out in pain

Ibtisamabdi

We all have a friend
          Who's silver and shines
          It pierces our skin
          And draws the red lines
          
          It leaves several scars
          Over the years
          But it lets out our screams
          As well as our fears
          
          It gives us relief
          We need the sensation
          But we keep it a secret
          We hate the attention
          
          Those perfect red lines
          They become such a burden 
          But we do it anyway
          Because we're tired of hurting 
          
          Some call us psycho
          But we know they're all wrong
          They all know what to be
          We don't know where we belong
          
          We hide the scars
          Under jackets and sleeves
          Our loved ones don't know
          The cuts stay unseen
          
          We try to act fine
          So no one'll know
          But sometimes we slip
          And the cracks begin to show

Ibtisamabdi

I’ve been hated and discriminated against.
          I’ve been almost-strangled by a friend.
          I’ve been told that I’ve got a disease
          because of who I am.
          
          I’ve been yelled at and screamed at
          And asked questions by strangers.
          I’ve been given hell for loving a girl.
          I tried to hide but they always found me.
          
          All I did was fall in love...
          But They’re ruining lives
          and making kids commit suicide.
          And I’m the bad guy?
          
          Are you sure about that?
          
          “It’s oaky to be gay,”
          easy for you to say.
          You’ve never been hated.
          You’ve never been scared...