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Too much pain can make reality seem like a dream
Kicked in the head in my infantile life
Did not know not to cry did not know how to fight
I lived I did not die I do not cry I dance
I do not cry I sing I move in pain
I do not cry, I do not cry, I do not cry
I remember everything I know why I write
These lines to erase the lies and speak beyond the tears
That fall my head I hold high from being down
So long I speak because I did not die
Matters who, what and why
I lived through the shattering I did not die
Though I’ve died a million times still I did not die
Riddled from bullets shot from my father’s gun
I lived I did not die those who do not listen to pain
Neglect to hear their own tears falling when they cry
Trying to hide turning away to conceal their eyes
Knowing they cannot hide the pain they survived
Everything they cannot cope with the faith they hope with
Is not strong enough to carry on its back broken
Traumatized, victimized I am victim no more
I lived I did not die you should live and not die
