Her Secret Storm

Maybe not tonight she thinks
as she watches her father stand at the sink
thank God, he hasn't yet had a drink
so for now she will try to sleep
but as she slips down into her bed
the pain is far to much for her head
so now she'll take out her blade
to cut over the scars shes already made
she clenches her fist
over her bleeding wrist
she just couldn't take it anymore
now she shakes and shivers as some one opens the door
hes finally drunk
his breath putrid as a skunk
now hes breathing on her face
that bears all her disgrace
hes pushing into her now
this is how
he murders her heart in this dark

she hates every bit of the liqueur that daddy bought
see in the morning for him this will all be forgot
but for her is will be to late
you see, her battle was already fought
unfortunately she has lost
she just couldn't take this secret storm
the one that made her wish she hadn't been born
so she drew her razor up her arm

and now this lonely polished stone in the rain
the one that now must bare her name
is the only memory of her that will ever remain...