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I was left distraught,

I was left despaired,

There was nothing left,

No one to care,

I fell down hard,

I cut deep,

And he was there to lift me back to my feet,

He gave me his hand,

I should have known my life just came to an end.



I was sick in the head,

It only got worse,

My vision was faded,

Sort of like a demented curse,

I fell down hard,

I cut deep,

And he was there to lift me back to my feet,

He gave me his hand,

I should have known my life just came to an end.



Things got crazy,

I was stuck in a haze,

Life wasn't getting any better,

It got worse with the days,

I fell down hard,

I cut deep,

And he was there to lift me back to my feet,

He gave me his hand,

I should have known my life just came to an end.



I thought everything was my fault,

It had to be because of me,

It was me who had to take all the guilt and shame,

But I was sick in the head, you see,

I fell down hard,

I cut deep,

And he was there to lift me back to my feet,

He gave me his hand,

I should have known my life just came to an end.



I was strong once,

Somewhere I got so much weaker,

I tried to tell my story,

But people saw me as only a pity seeker,

I fell down hard,

I cut deep,

And he was there to lift me back to my feet,

He gave me his hand,

I should have known my life just came to an end.



Things became apparent to me,

But no one would believe,

They thought there was nothing to worry about,

It was just my crazy disease,

I fell down hard,

I cut deep,

And he was there to lift me back to my feet,

He gave me his hand,

I should have known my life just came to an end.



This cycle went on for awhile,

I got sicker as the time went by,

I would cry just about every night,

There wasn't a day that came that I didn't want to die,

I fell down hard,

I cut deep,

And he was there to lift me back to my feet,

He gave me his hand,

I should have known my life just came to an end.



It wasn't long before the mental pain turned phsyical,

I was held back against my will,

He took things way to far when he raped me,

It's no wonder why I got so mentally ill,

Because he pushed me down hard,

He cut me deep,

And he was there to lift me back to my feet,

He gave me his hand,

I should have known my life just came to an end.