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Stooping low to hide
behind the bed
Hoping no one can see me
I fear, but I know what
will happen
One more time to abandon
myself
One more time to separate
myself from this terror
I know later I will forget
I will go on like nothing
happened
I can go outside and play
At night I know I will cry
I wake up crying, but in
the morning I can go to school
I have to believe that
everything will be okay
I can push the bad
thoughts away
I try to think of all the
fun stuff I want to do
I dread going home to
listen to the fighting
Everyone is always upset.
All I hear is the
screaming, and these painful memories resound in my head
I cover my ears and
pretend not to hear
I am terrified someone
will hurt each other or me
I can’t watch the violence anymore
(Written by Amy E. McCoy
11-8-06)
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