I noticed that a few people have posted songs, so I decided that I would post one that describes how I feel every time I have a flashback to my father raping me when I was a child.
LAST RESORT
PAPA ROACH
Cut my life into pieces
I've reached my last resort, suffocation, no breathing
Don't give a f*** if I cut my arm bleeding
Do you really care if I die bleeding?
Would it be wrong, would it be right?
Chances are dynamite
Mutilation out of sight
And I'm contemplating suicide
Cause I'm losing my sight, losing my mind
I wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
Losing my sight, losing my mind
I wish somenody would tell me I'm fine
Nothing's alright, nothing is fine
I'm running and I'm crying
I can't go one living this way
Posted on Aug 29, 2002, 8:58 PM from IP address 63.88.160.101