I heard it on the news
I saw it on the newspapers
I heard rumors
They make me nervous
They say I can get help
I want to get help
I know I can do it
Although it only brings a haunting
Interrupting a grieving process
I need help getting to the root of the problem
Turns out I hate my uncle
I see him for who he is
He never loved me
I did not hallucinate any of it
Unspeakable tragedy
He crawled on top of me my entire childhood
He thought he had sealed my tomb for good
He thought what was hidden, will never come to see the light of day
I know the pain of being doubted by everyone around you
It ravages the soul
After everything that you’ve seen
After everything that has happened
Being no stranger to tragedy
Dry your tears child
Life is too short for so much sorrow
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