When I cry I cry out in Fear
When I die I don’t want your tears
You promised never to hit me again
You said you would stop this
Now I know the battle would never end
No matter how bad I want it
You’re the salt in my open wound
You’re the sticks and stones,
As I lie on my bed room floor
With all those broken bones
I’m always scared to speak out loud
I hesitate to breath
I lie there anticipating waiting for
You to leave
When you finally leave the bedroom
And I crawl beneath my bed
I cry my eyes out every night
Wishing that I was dead
I’m sorry I’m not what you wanted
I know you expect more
All those nights you call me names
And threw me to the floor
I wanted to wash away the shame
The shame bare inside
I no longer want to shoulder the blame
I don’t want credit for your life
I’m pulled in the fire but stick of getting burned
Your words cut me through and through
I thought your world changed but then I learned
No one is who they say they are; not even you
