Author: VioletTwilight77 PM
This is a song of mine about being abused and becoming suicidal.Rated: Fiction K - English - Tragedy/Drama - Words: 790 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Published: 12-11-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3082007
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Cherish Me (written by me in 2000)
Verse 1 - As she sat and gazed into the darkness.
Her eyes closed to let a single tear fall.
Her vision swirled in its lonely abyss.
In her heart, her pasts torment began to gnaw.
Her cries, her fears, her screams.
They were all she remembered.
She didn't ask for those dreams.
Yet, they were what he delivered.
Verse 2 - Her father burdened and abused her.
But he crossed the line.
He changed into a perpetrator.
His rights on paper, away he signed.
Only a baby girl, she was.
At age eleven, the turmoil began.
The nightmares made her yell and fuss.
She endured cold sweats at night about that man.
Chorus 1 - She hoped it all away.
She wished it all to perish.
She prayed it all to fade.
She wanted a memory to cherish.
Verse 3 - Her whole life ruined.
So many took advantage.
Her innocent mind doomed.
She witnessed only more damage.
Taken to adult life of eighteen years.
Another sexual assault she never chose.
Brought to a different room without her peers.
He drugged her and ripped off her clothes.
Verse 4 - Rumors, names, and lies were spread.
Her reputation destroyed piece by piece.
All that was left of her was dread.
Other's yearned for her life to cease.
She bore their cruelty.
Even though she wanted to disappear.
She fought their brutality.
Their vindictive words pierced her like spears.
Bridge 1 - They were ruthless.
Still she sobbed and begged.
But her pleads were useless.
Her sanity was forever plagued.
Chorus 2 - She cast it all away.
She expected it all to perish.
She cried for it all to fade.
She anticipated a memory to cherish.
Verse 5 - She turned another page of her tale.
She saw herself always in a drunken state.
She tried everything to stop her pain, but failed.
She should be six feet under soon at that rate.
She watched her mother spin around and leave.
Her whole family disowned her and never searched.
Their was nothing left anymore for her to believe.
As she was kicked out of the holy church.
Chorus 3 - Can't drink it all away!
Can't scream for it all to perish!
Can't wait for it all to fade!
Can't she have a memory to cherish?
(Instead of singing, speak this next bridge quickly and softly)
Bridge 2 - She ran away to the tracks to remain.
The time would come when the horn would blow.
Just one more minute for her suicidal train.
But nothing happened, was it late or too slow?
Her head dropped in defeat.
There was no way to get rid of her sorrows.
They all saw her death attempt, but none would repeat.
To her knees she fell and with all her strength she bellowed.
Chorus 4 - Will it ever go away?
Will it ever perish?
Will it ever fade?
Will I ever have a memory to cherish?
Verse 6 - In her pocket was her grandfather's knife.
She flicked the blade out and glared at her observing foes.
She was finally going to end her life.
She would give them a never forgetting show.
A few shrieked in horror at its best,
While the other's mocked her endeavor.
She plunged it into her chest.
All was silent as they stared in terror.
Chorus 5 - Her head spun rather fast.
She fell and landed on the ground.
Her blood stained the cement and grass.
All were weeping as she cried out this last sound.
You wanted me to go away.
You desired me to perish.
You craved for me to fade.
My memory you'll never cherish.
Ending - I feel my soul floating away.
I'm seeing my life perish.
I'm hearing my heartbeat fade.
This is a memory for you to cherish.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, cherish me!
(Author's Note: I wrote this after I was sexually assaulted during a party. My supposed best friend set me up to be raped. This is also about when I was sexually abused by my biological father, his brother, and his sister when I was a newborn, until three years old. My mom got me and my older brother out of that hell and remarried a great man, who I call my Daddy. At age 11, I started having nightmares about the abuse. Come to find out that I was so deeply scarred mentally as a baby that it carried on to my memories at an older age. Doctors and psychiatrists were dumbfounded. If any of you are being touched in a wrong way, don't be scared to report it and fight for your sanity and freedom. God bless.)