do you want me to tell you, dear monster from 2009
How much having worked for you is still a challenge of mine
Your voice is still echoing deep inside my head
So that every day's bath-time feels me with great dread
I'm still afraid of going out because of threats you made
Coffee reminds me of "starbucks" and the hours i stayed
I keep on hearing you cursing me: telling me to"obey"
The trauma keep on going it's always on replay
I hope someday to heal from this and want for you to know
I hope you come to see how much you hurt me so
It doesn't do me any good to harbor any hate for you
But I hope you come to realize the price for all you do..