You drew me in with soft words of care.
As I lay on my pillow you'd caress my hair,
Love, a child, I couldn't ask for more.
Those memories I hold, that was before,
You're voices took over you had little then no faith
You turned into a monster, an utter disgrace.
My world fell apart, I couldn't take it no more.
As I stood at the doctors I fell to the floor.
Anxiety and panick the months that did follow.
Till I got out of bed and my pride I did swallow.
I got help and travelled and managed to look straight.
And now in my mind I have pitty not hate.
I can forgive what I did caused by you're hand.
But forever you know you're actions you stand.
One day you're wrong doings will be back to haunt you.
When them voices take over it will be all that you do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem