The Psychic

I remember once
Was about 10 years old
I met a psychic

I wasn't sure to write this
As there are non-believers
But, this will convince you

She took my hand
Excited I then was
Her eyes filled with tears

I didn't understand
Why was she crying?
What was going to happen?

She said darkness lingered
In my future for years
I wouldn't get out the mess

There wasn't much hope
Unless you met these special people
"You will know what I mean when you meet them"

What does that mean?
Who will I meet?
Too naive to know...

The following year the abuse started
And I'm in such a dark hole
But these few people save me

I suppose she is right
I will never get out this mess
But friends are forever priceless