Behind the door

My mind is in another place,

I'm sick of seeing his face.......

when will this end,

when will my heart start to mend..........

i hate being me,

it seems I'll never be free.......

i cant handle it any more,

will i always be trapped behind that door,

a frightened child sat on the floor..............

i feel sick,

i bet he's just taking the Mick..........

tears roll down my face,

and my heart begins to race...........

if only the door would open,so i can be free,

to put all this sadness behind me.............