May 2022
from the cradle
to the grave
i was born
to be your slave
even though
i run away
i'll never forget
the things you say
even when
you drop dead
your voice will be
inside my head
just like a leash
around my neck
i am still
a nervous wreck
when you don't tell me
what to do
i still look up
searching for you
even when
you go to hell
heralded by
the church bell
your prints will be
all over my soul
the way abuse
takes its toll
to the grave
i was born
to be your slave
even though
i run away
i'll never forget
the things you say
even when
you drop dead
your voice will be
inside my head
just like a leash
around my neck
i am still
a nervous wreck
when you don't tell me
what to do
i still look up
searching for you
even when
you go to hell
heralded by
the church bell
your prints will be
all over my soul
the way abuse
takes its toll
i hate that i can never know who i would be if i wasn't abused at a young age. there was no me before the trauma. the trauma has become my personality and i will never be free of it.
