I’ve been tortured for too kong
Been hurt for too long
Been dead for too long
I don’t remember the color of my skin
It is covered in bruises and scars
Tattoos of the pain I’ve gone through
My eyes don’t shed tears no more
The wells long dried, I’ve become accustomed to the pain
I dare not tell! I dare not speak a word!
That would be an invitation of my dying bed
I no longer ask for happiness
My mind does not remember how it looks like
I no longer ask for a long life
I’ve lived long enough to know that I’m tired of breathing
Tired of hurting
So maybe my day is coming
When he’ll strike me for the last time
And my body will lay numb in my pool of blood
