5 years old. 10x10. My sentence began.
Now 22, and it hasn't ended yet.
I swear to god that one day I'll make you see....
You don't know what this did to me.
I cried myself to sleep.
Too many nights I can't keep secret anymore.
Youth no more.
I've lived with this ever since I was a kid.
My secret's kept and I just don't want to live.