Threatening to shut out all memories, my wounds threatening to open again..
When I was a young girl of ten, my heart was heavy, my skin was thin
I was born a regular child, never to know why i was wild....
Roaming here and there, feeling the fire as the torments roam....
Though it keeps me here and I pray that it burns, but i know not
to scream....it will **** me in the end ...
As I roam, not knowing where I go
I keep asking where have I really been???
Debbie Brooks 2015
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 1:14 AM UTC
Threatening to shut out all memories, my wounds threatening to open again..
When I was a young girl of ten, my heart was heavy, my skin was thin
I was born a regular child, never to know why i was wild....
Roaming here and there, feeling the fire as the torments roam....
Though it keeps me here and I pray that it burns, but i know not
to scream....it will **** me in the end ...
As I roam, not knowing where I go
I keep asking where have I really been???
Debbie Brooks 2015
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