It all happened so fast
How was my young heart to last
The words, The blood
In the end, that is what I cut
The hurtful words, The sinful blood
It was everything.

I tried to close my eyes and wish it all away
but it came back to haunt me everyday
And realization dawned upon me, it will never end
after all, there was no heart left to mend

the love, it vanished
My soul, remained damaged

Beyond repair I sat in my own blood and tears
Surrounded by my own childish fears
The monster, The beast
Everyday it would come to feast
It wasn't living in my closet or under my bed
No, it was so much closer, the thing that made me see red

Father, Brother, Friend it was called
but now it is has a different name, now that the pain had dulled
Now I refer to it as 'the thing'
as I am unable to speak its name

Torn and broken, he does not see
All the guilt and pain he had brought upon me
It calls me Rebel, insurgent, Dissident aggressor
He should know my title, after all, he was the creator.