In a dark room

by Belinda   Jun 17, 2005


sit locked up in a dark room
never knowing what is my doom
i hear fighting downstairs
the knob turns and iam scared

never fed and always alone
all thats left is skin and bone
sometimes beaten black blue
sometimes treated like poo

when will i escape this place
go to a different place in my mind
will my dad ever be able to find
his little daughter who he will unbind

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