Household

Upstairs...dreaming...

I hear heartache,
And feel the pain,
I see all the arguing,
In herself shes to blame.

I see nothing going right,
And she is so afraid,
She eases her pain,
By the use of a blade.

Her tears are so lonely,
No one wipes them away,
She cannot find hope,
In what people say.

Her body is abused,
In more ways than one,
Her daddy is guilty,
Shes to scared to tell mum.

Her life is a muddle,
She reflects and she cries,
This little girl is me,
Who lives life a lie.

This dream is reality,
And each day that I see,
I wish I was elsewhere,
But the person in me....

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