my space
Deep down inside was where I would hide,
No one to talk to, no one to confide.
I would hide there for hours even days,
It all depended on what had come my way.
The beatings became routine, which made them worse,
They tried to get me to cry, I'd rather leave in a hearse.
I just went to my space, and there is where I would cry,
To show them that weakness, I might as well die.
The most revolting, the lying two-faced priest,
He was the one, the most hideous beast.
When I would see him I would violently shake,
I would feel like I was drowning deep in a lake.
The only place that I felt that I was safe at all,
A very small space inside my head, no one would call.
For days I might stay in there, for as long as it took,
My space inside of hell, I just layed there and shook.
2007-11-25
10:31:10
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