I hide in my little corner.
Crying -- shedding many tears.
I go to my corner when they fight with me or anyone.
I guess you can say im hiding.
Because i really am.
Hiding from fights.
Hiding from gunshots, screams, shouts, hitting, cursing.
I DO hide from these things and im not afraid to tell.
Because it\\\'s true. And that\\\'s the reason I should tell.
I cry some more - because of shouts and weeping from outside the door.
The door - the only barrier keeping me safe from my fears.
I stay in - hoping and wishing that the door wont open and have my fears just walk in. The screaming. The shouting.
They think it doesn\\\'t affects me.
But it does...
It DOES!
Why cant they see it? I dont know.
The effects are horrible. making me do stuff to myself.
The cuts on my arm.
The marks on my back - on my legs.
Cutting myself does ease the pain inside.
But it doesn\\\'t stop the fighting!!
IT DOESN\\\'T STOP THE FIGHTING!!!!
but i want it to.
On the day they loose me.
They\\\'ll know why.
And that day, is not too long from now.
Why cant they just realize that im in pain and crying out for help?
I said that they WILL SOON loose me.
But to be honest.
They already have.
Made for the late Vennessa.. may you ALYWAS rest in peace...
