Tuesday, Oct. 24, 2006 / 12:42 a.m.
What Remains

Beat me with your hand
Again and again
Shout your foulness into my ear
Tell me how awful I am
How I have this coming
How it's all my fault

Shove your dick down my throat
Hold me tight while you do it
Threaten my very life if I dare tell a soul
As you're soaked in booze and telling me how pretty I am
And explain it away when someone walks in

Leave me on the side of a road
Telling me how you've had enough of me
And let someone else take care of me now
Abandon me as a child and make me beg for shelter, beg for love and support
Make me beg for acceptance
And then never give it

Throw me out on the street
Depressed and broke, nowhere to go
In the cold because I don't like your boyfriend hitting on me
Have me live in a shelter
While I contemplate slitting my own wrists
And make me find my own way

Take away everything from me
Again and again and again
Evict me, fire me, have me resort to selling my plasma to get by
Have me witness the death of loved ones
The end of friendships
Make me walk this road alone

Take away every possible thing that I could lean on
Every possible convenience
Every possible support
And there's still something left

Something that can't be taken away
Something that can't be stripped away
Something pure, something true
Something that no one can touch

And it survives, it fights
And it will keep going