This is the story of my life,
I'm sorry but this will be without rhyme,
I want to tell you why I'm sad,
I was abused at the age of nine,
I guess even younger than that,
As usual it all started one night,
I was sleeping and dreaming of greater heights,
Then I felt a hand lurking in places that weren't right,
I felt sad and for days I asked God why,
He made me feel this was nice,
He treated me like a little mice,
He bought me things to make me smile,
But night after night my heart was slowing becoming ice,
I lost the joy I felt inside,
My life became dark,
I lost everyone I thought was mine,
I became alone and sad,
Depressed and suicidal,
I cried every time,
I kept all my hurt and pain behind my eye,
I started looking for a way to run from my mind.
I wish I could be free from the demon that hunt me down,
I hope I don't put a bullet in my head before I die,
well this is the story of my life,
I hope one day I find the light I lost when I was nine,
I know God is going to help me fight.
©deryl
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