Can't think of a title yet

Hearing the footsteps on the floor
Makes her scared and lock the door
But a lock can't keept hem out
How to unlock it...they always find out

Crying out she does with all her might
Though she tries she can't win the fight
All night long she always gets beat
While the poor child tries to sleep

She's always kown this way of life
She's tried to escape it with a knife
Yet she trmebles while holding the blade
She can't do it so she wishes to run away

All her life she's been thought of as a thing
This poor child wishes to be more than a thing
Sexually abused she never has been
But metally abused since she was ten

Can't escape this horrible place
Hides sadness behind a smiling face
No matter how hard she tries
Every night she always cries

When will this madness stop
Her head feels like it's gonna pop
She wants to live a normal life
She wants to runaway from the knife