People never seem to wonder
Why a child won't ever cry,
Have they been hurt so much
That all their tears are dry.
Has someone beat them and said
Don't you cry or make a sound,
It must be someone very close
Someone who's always been around.
Is the home that should mean safety
Now become a house horrors and pain,
Has alcohol or drug made a parents
Life so unmanageable and very insane.
What kind of person will that child
Then ever hope to really become,
Someone so closed off and unfeeling
One who's heart is always cold and numb.
Are they doomed to a life tortured memories
Of cruelty and in flicked remembered pain,
Until these painful memories push you to the edge
into this insanity that lives inside your brain.
But most who find the strength to somehow survivie
Through it all will not let the abuser have control,
They learn to open their hearts, let other people in
They start to let all those feelings and memories go.
Now that you are dead gone and I am all on my own still
I recall what put me through to keep your secret unknown,
As now I let your venom out with each piece I write I heal
There is no way to atone, But now I am able to really feel...