Your hands across my back
I have bare skin
I have to get away
Everytime you win
They sting my flesh
I start to cry
I want my mom
I'm going to die
They trusted you
I never did
From the time we met
The secrets were hid
When you walked through the door
I ran to hide
They asked me about it today
And again I lied
You got a very powerful poem here. Few people have the courage to write about this evil inside the home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well written poem....lots of hurt and pain i can feel in your writting....sry these things have happened to you.......nobody should have to go through these things....keep your head up gurl.....life is worth living! ! ! Your Forever Friend, Brian