I have a story to tell but I am sworn to silence.
I want to tell you of heaven and hell and how I’ve experienced both.
I have a story to tell. I am told to lie and that I am to blame.
I experience heartbreak after heartbreak as my voice gets thrown under the rug. Other people tell me that my life is fine. I come and go believing that others can take from me however they desire. I have been ground down to nothing. Is it no wonder I don’t know who I am? Is it no wonder that I just stare blankly instead of scream when sex and nudity is the norm? After all, I am told I get to choose who I am so this is just helping me decide. Words that cut like knives and clothes that cover bruises is what I am told is okay. Sexual education is taught in the bedroom, in the living room and on my phone. This is okay because I get to choose my sex and this is called parenting.
When I come up to the light no one comes to save me.
Who will be my voice and speak up for me? Who will show me I am worth it?
I have a story to tell, now set me free so that I can speak it or shout it if I want to.
I am tired of these chains holding me down. Set me free and I will run to safety.
I have a story to tell. I will only utter the words of darkness so you will know that Heaven gave me my freedom instead of the world.
I have a story to tell.
Will you listen?