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by Fern May 13, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / other
My fear I fear the light so im bedridden into a room so dark. I fear getting into my fathers path He will not let me pass He will beat me like a slave But wont leave a mark Just my tears astray. I clean the house at night So that during they day I can hide My eyes now burn from that light Because my tears messed up my sight. I cry and look in the mirror This is not me I was smart and pretty Now I have circles under my eyes And my skin,so pale. I sleep not For nightmares haunt me I know im dying But believe me Hell is better than this. This was a true story Of my life And my fear Of being here.