As the day draws on and the night becomes near
It only serves for a rise in my fear.
You see I’m never comfortable in my bed at night
For the fear of seeing a familiar sight.
As the door creeps open and a figure appears
It’s the thing that triggers my worst fears.
A hushed voice assures me that all is well
But all well it’s not, this is a living hell.
Where is my Mom when I need her so much?
To help me right now, get me out of his clutch.
The morning soon comes with the feeling of despair
This torment I have, does nobody care?
I dare not speak out about this terrible time
What would folk think of my secret, my crime?
I’m told that this awful thing is a really bad sin
Please keep our secret, don’t let it out, must keep it in.
As I walk on to school with a troubled mind
Searching for reason and solace to find.
I don’t feel like mixing, although I know I must
Share my problem with a teacher; I don’t think I can trust?
I could get this thing out, a problem to share
No, probably big trouble, my mind in despair.
Best keep this thing quiet, not make a scene
Try to go on as normal, I just want to scream.
I play out with my friends until Mom says it’s late
My mind turns to bedtime, I God what a state!
I must break this cycle of crime that I’m in
Can’t carry on like this, it’s surely a sin.
I take a rope from the garage and hang it from the ceiling
As I place it around my neck no-one knows what I’m feeling.
Goodbye cruel world, I feel that I’ve been your slave
This terrible secret? ……….. I’ll take to my grave.
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