Skeletons

There are skeletons in my closets
So many that I cant close the door.

You ask about my past
If I was rich or if I was poor.

But I can’t tell you those things
Because I’m ashamed of my past

What happened then should not matter now
I ran from that, I ran so fast.

Now I live my own life not theirs
To me they are all dead

You tell me you want to hear it all
But everything’s a blur in my head.

The beatings, the fights
The murder

She was taken away in cuffs
She killed him I heard her

She was screaming and yelling
He hit her once then twice

She pulled out a gun and bang
Everything’s quiet as a mouse

You keep asking what happened
I leave the house

But I come back I scream and yell
And you hit me once then twice

I can’t hear a thing
Everything’s going around in my head

Oops bang… you’re dead.