Unknown ending

Cut me open make me bleed
Let my demons out to breath.
Think about that horrid year
The taste of smoke and stench of beer.

"it won't hurt, I promise you.
It'll be our secret too.
Not a word, you must not tell."
I start to scream, and cry and yell..

But no matter how I try
His hands smother every cry.
The room is spinning, going black
My lungs are craving what they lack

A breath of air, one final yell
Something hits me hard as hell.
A brick, a chair, table perhaps?
Who gives a damn. Then I collapse.

My eyes roll back, and light is dead.
The monster's born inside my head.
I don't know what happens now.
And neither do you.