When I was five or six I went to visit my father,
Can I really call him my father?
Little did I know about that summer was...
It felt longer than a summer.
I would be hurt physically and mentally,
By someone I grew up with,By someone I thought I knew, By someone who lived right beside me,
Did I really know them?
By someone who I called brother,
I do not claim him anymore.
He messed my mind up,I cant trust anyone now,
Trust none.
It\'s been 9 years since this happened,
Why can\'t I let the memories go?
Most people tell me to get over it,
How could I get over something like that?
I have tried to get over it,
I\'ve tried and tried and tried.
But I was molested by my brother,
Do you know what that\'s like?
You\'ll never know my pain.
You will never know!