Why Didnt I
Why did I give in so easy
every time they came after me
and made me feel so powerless?
Every time they’d push, I would fall.
You’d think after the first time, I’d be strong.
Why didn’t I keep talking
even when I told somebody
and they weren’t listening?
Why didn’t I run away,
though beaten and weary,
and get myself to safety?
Maybe I’d still be innocent if I had,
but where was my strength every time?
Why didn’t I try harder?
Why didn’t I fight smarter?
Why didn’t I scream louder?
The what if’s are endless,
and in the end, they’d never change a thing.
So why didn’t I lose all hope?
Why didn’t I break and let go?
How is it I’m still here—a survivor?
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