The Price
This is the price you pay
For child abuse
Can you feel me
I cant feel you
All alone
Lying in bed
I’m asleep
Soon I’ll be dead
I’m in your room
As I wake from light
Your upon me
Something ain’t right
I open my eyes
And see your face
I’m scared to death
My heart starts to race
I look in your eyes
There is no shame
Down below
I can feel the pain
I try to push you
I’m not ready
Its no use
Your to heavy
You close your hand
Over my mouth
As I try to yell
And scream for help
You grab my shoulder
And turn me around
Push my face
To the ground
I can’t breathe
I’m gasping for air
I’m hysterical now
But you don’t care
This is it
This is all
It’s what you get
You broke the law
You pay the time
But I paid the price
In your cell
I hope their anything but nice
This is the price you pay
For child abuse
Can you feel me
I cant feel you.
Copyright © Stacy Day | Year Posted 2011
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