by Melanie Hicks

Created on: April 13, 2009

Sitting all alone in a cold dark room I cred

My brain could not process this, there was no need to try.

Where is any truth in this family from hell?

The ones I thought I knew, turns out I did not know so well.

Why is there such a need to hit and scream and hurt me so?

Mom please let me tell you why it is I want to go.

I'm done with all the lies you people seem to want to spout

"Quit touching me Dad and walk away!" unheard I'm crying out.

My blood was running down my arm, I hung my head in shame

And all those pills I took couldn't seem to ease the pain.

I turned to leave and run away from that nasty little place

And all the while they're yelling out for me to show them grace.

They cannot find me anymore although they are forgiven

And I thank God each day for saving me from that prison.

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