Monday, 7 March 2011


Twisting fingers, stomach aches
Inner torment you can't mistake.
There's no. Escape nowhere to hide
Head is hurting from what's inside.
Where's the switch to turn it all off
You're the forgotten child let them scoff.
You were left to rot under filed & forgotten
They all expected you to be dead & rotten.
You survived & are trying to make It through
The least they could do is say sorry to you.
I'm proud of the child that done so well
Let them all rot in hell,
Don't let them win don't let it blow
Keep going & let the inner child grow.
Nurture her wisely & look after you
To yourself you should always be true

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