It all started as a game.
You and me, plus a bottle of champagne.
We were dancing gracefully under the stars, and losing touch from who we are.
You placed a gentle kiss on my lips, and began to grab below the hips.
I simply was confused, champagne in my veins, not able to feel any pain.
You wanted so much more, while I just wanted to leave the horror.
You silenced me with your hand, banning me from screaming to any man.
It hurt so bad, what you did to me that summer night, forgetting what we did, forgetting by the next night.
I wasn’t anything special to you, I was just another girl.
Something for you to have, and no one else to.
When we returned to school you simply laughed, calling me names such as “fat”.
Others joined in, they hate me now, I’m losing hope and I don’t know how.
I’m trying to stop the pain, but it feels as if it’s running through my veins
I want to cry out, or just shout ,but you just prance about, not caring about my pain.
I can’t tell anyone, they won’t believe me!
I’m just trying to avoid you, but you make me remember, every day, every night
Can’t you just leave me alone?
Can’t you see my freight?
I am trying to get over this, and no one will help me.
Not even old friends stop to care about me.
It’s getting hard, moving on from you.
My life stinks, and you’re making it more difficult.
The pain won’t stop, and I feel alone.
As if I’m here, and nobody’s home.
I can’t make new friends either, it’s too hard.
Nobody sees who I really am.
Or what I could do with my potential standard.
I want to give up, but I can’t.
Something holds me back.
And now I have only one thing to say.
You left me here hanging to dry, and it’s all from that warm summer night.