Taunting words fill my head
working, laughter, mocking everything i said...

Words to say to an eight year olds eyes
He questions constantly why mommy cries...

Another strike to the head and I fall
The unrelenting amounts of death I saw...

Horrific temper woke by thoughts unkind
Ideas implanted in my mind...

Blind fury with the intention of doing good
I don’t blame them, it’s what so...

I just wish
I could do the right thing for once...

These thoughts fight for my attention
Which shall win, out of a thousand...

No matter how much I tried
Regardless of my intentions...

Did you take your life in peace?
Did you die in pain...

Do you trust me?
You answer yes...

My nightmares, kept locked up tight
Never far, never out of sight...

As a child so small and pure
Every time I was hurt I found no cure...