Sick of their shouts,
I run to my place,
Locked in a dream,
I'll never be safe.
Here I will sit,
On this cold floor,
Safe in this room,
All is closed, including the door.
Tears slowly fall,
Crimson and clear,
But why do you run in,
Your face filled with fear.
I thought no one cared,
I thought I was alone,
All is too late,
Death is my home.
The last tear drops to the floor,
I close my eyes,
Peaceful at last,
No more of these lies.
You sit there for hours,
Just holding my dead hand,
Wishing you had held it earlier,
Helped me make a stand.
But instead you stood by,
Afraid they would hurt you,
You didn't want to feel the pain,
That I always do.
Well now I am gone,
And will never leave your mind,
You will look and look,
But me you shall not find.
