Looking back at the years of my past.
I can remember the tears and pain.
The memories I’m left with to this day are just a big stain.
Of what has been and what I wish didn’t happen.
Looking into the darkness.
Listening to the screams.
I heard your cold dark voice hitting her.
Throwing me into the abyss.
Too young to know what was going on.
And too small to help in anyway.
Tears flooded my eyes.
But you just looked away.
You turned your back on me long ago.
And still you shut me down.
So now I’m left in this wake of hate.
Trying to figure out my fate.
Should I carry on with life?
Or stop dead in my tracks?
Should I listen to your words that bring me down?
Or step out into the world that kept me around?
