Walking My Past

Beautiful eyes,

Voluptuous thighs,

Nice smile,

With legs that ran for miles.

It was a friend's party,

She didn't think

When she agreed to have that drink.

Who would have imagined,

Who would have thought

Of what would happen after that first drop.

Behind closed doors,

Down on all fours,

Muffled cries

Her clothes were torn.

She tried to scream

Tried to get out,

Only to be pulled back

"Shhhh, baby don't shout."

From her sacred chest,

He took the gold

And along with it,

He took her soul.

An empty shell of what she once was.

Full of regret,

No love, no trust.

How can you play it cool

When it's plastered on the news?

Once the wolf,

Now the sheep.

Tables turned

He begged and plead.

Words of how he could barely eat.

Everyone took it,

They didn't see

The scars and bruises underneath.

Said she had it coming,

It was the way she dressed.

Her goodies weren't big enough,

You could still make out the lining of her breast.

If she didn't have curves,

Clothes reached past her thighs,

She would have never caught his eye.

Because that's the society we live in,

They prey on the innocent

And shun the weak.

Oh beautiful daughters of society's fair.

Wild flowers

Grown in crippled hands.

Nobody talks about that day.

He peeled back her skin

And took her veins.

The "weak" and "pained."

But still took a little keepsake.

Little for him, but big for her.

The thought of it still makes her stomach turn.

She cried for weeks,

And then cried for days

And on her knees,

She cried again.

She needed someone

But no one came.

Even her savior

Sent her away.

They said she'll see another day.

That her scars will fade away.

What about the scars inside?

The mark he gave to her with pride.

To wash away the touch of him.

The bruising hands,

The crippling grip.

He covered his tracks,

He didn't slip.

So four walls surround her again

Couldn't close the door,

She left it open.

In the water,

She plunged her feet.

Place the blade

Where her arm and hand meet.

She was at ease,

It didn't burn

As her world began to blue.

No one talks about her anymore.

One of many that have been scorn.

'Cause about that shit, the news keeps quiet

When they feel that people won't buy it.