I hold the
key in my hand,
In my head are memories,
The fear will always be there,
Sometimes I still feel the pain,
The hatred in their eyes,
My will has been broken,
These stories I now hide inside,
I always put on a smile,
There's only one bit of happiness,
I am not the only victim,
I don't know if I'll ever be the
same,
To the door of
Hell.
The screaming and the
suffering,
And the promise to never
tell.
Of future
past
The beatings and the hate games
That will
always last
And will
never go away.
I have to watch every step
I take,
And take life day by day.
Of the
leather belt.
And the anger held
back,
Made me want never to have felt.
So that you can
see right through.
They hide their
feelings inside,
That, they teach me to
do.
My soul has been
lamed,
But try as they might,
My spirit
shall never be tamed.
And are
never free to go.
They continously build
up,
And they will never show.
A cover for all
to see.
So then no one will probe,
And
only let me be.
That
has been shown to me,
And that has been
wonderful,
A light that had made me
see.
There are many
more,
It's called abuse,
To add to the
increasing score.
Many things have changed me
forever.
But I'll put it all in the
past,
And worry about it, Never!
