I turn off the lights so I wont see whats happening. Turn the music up so loud that I cant hear anything. So they wont hear my pain. Wishing that at some moment someone would come in to save me. Sitting in the dark screaming, crying, drowning in all this, walking around like a ghost. I've spent the years being the escape goat or the lost child.
...Save Me...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you can talk to me if you like....