• I sit in my room so lonely and cold
    dreading the moment they come home.
    I know that I should be cleaning
    but right now I feel like my life has no meaning.
    My skin is black and blue.
    Only if you knew
    what they do to me
    when no one can see.
    They scream and hollar
    while they pull on my collar.
    I try to get free
    but they just keep hitting me.
    Im just a girl age of three
    so why do my parents have to be
    so crule to me?
    I try to do everything right,
    can't they leave me alone for one night?
    At pre-school no one knows
    what I keep burried deep in my soul.

    6 YEARS LATER
    It's getting harder and harder to hide all the pain.
    Why do my parents have to be so insane?
    It's getting harder and harder for me to keep the secret
    when my friends and I listen to beat it.
    Someone finally figured out what has been happening to me.
    Now I'm in a foster home with other people like me.
    At the hearing sentence
    I sat there in silence.
    I'm kind of confussed
    because I can't figure out if I should be...
    happy or sad
    gald or mad.
    Forgiving my parents is such a hard thing.
    My heart and soul,
    My bruises and cuts are healed
    and now I can sing again.
    Maybe I can forgive my parents in the future for abusing me.
    I'm just so happy that this is endingso no one will see me cry through more pain and suffering.