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Waking Up Without You

The sun sneaked through the curtain,
And lightened up the place,
Where you'd normally lay your head.

And as I lay alone, beside you,
I can almost feel your breath,
Upon the back of my neck.

I drag myself into the day,
And for a second I see you in the mirror,
Sitting on the edge of our bed.

As I walk into the bathroom,
I hear you call me from the bedroom,
But when I look, you are not there.

I laugh at myself,
In the kitchen,
As I put back a second plate.

I feel the warmth of your arm wrapped around me,
As tears full of my love for you,
Fall from my face.

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Suicide Child

I can't remember if the sun was shining
Or if the clouds looked down on me as I stood 
A child of ten standing on a window sill 
Whispering to himself he should

It started shortly after I woke
Distant where the trigger was
I'm guessing just the overflow
of everything they did and said

Finally ground down by all around
And though I'd fought for years 
Death becomes a friend
When she's the only one there for you

Knowing I would soon be in the playground 
Where no nurse could make better the names they cruelled 
Knowing my mothers boyfriend was down stairs 
Waiting for his latest vile whim to unfold

My mind consumed by every name called
I was not the same they proved 
Alone in my crowded thoughts
T o death I looked for belonging

As I dressed my imagination dreamt
What could happen today? 
Exploding into the unknown 
My strength rapidly dissolved
I could see no directions 
that didn't lead to another painful day

As my journey to the end begun
All they told me loading the gun
All that made me different from
Pushing me closer and closer to the edge of no return

In front of the mirror I stood
Cut off my curly hair
No longer the golliwog
That their taunts would compare

I covered my skin in talcum powder
As I didn't want to be
That horrible thick coon
he always called me.

My hair a mess
My colour unmasked
Tired, Frightened, alone,
I decided enough, enough

Standing on the window sill
The last bastion for survival colliding inside 
As the exhausted wishes to hang on
Were overcome by the desperation to escape this hollow excuse for life

No single tear a cry for help
As id learnt they choose not to hear
I urge myself towards an end to the hurt
where the crying would clear

As I engulf my mind in my final moments
And call for death to take my hand 
From across the road a woman called 
To this day she probably doesn't know she saved my life

Tears unintentionally
Created rivers down talcum powdered cheeks
But my mother didn't laugh 
when she found me

I guess that's where you'd expect everything to be made right 
I guess that's where I learnt to no longer believe
Through every promising word in the wake of what could 
They didn't do what they should

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Unbearable

I hear you in your room
The words he shouts are unclear
But I hear every tear that escapes your eyes
I feel every tear that is replaced inside

Unbearable

I hear you calling out
Begging for him to stop
I'm frozen with fear
Picture clear what he's doing to you
What he's done to me

Unbearable

The sound of every time he hits you
Bruises deeper than the skin
I hear a smash and know
He's vindictively broken something you love
Stinging more than his punch

Unbearable

Children no longer allowed to talk
Fearing a beating for simply looking at each other
Now it seems clear why he kept us separate
Suffering in our solitude
Though for me yours will always be..

Unbearable 

When you said to me
Recently
Your childhood ended 
When you were ten
When Dad died and we moved in with him
Where you summed up our childhood
In words so powerful in their few 

Unbearable

Knowing that your sad
Knowing that your crying
Knowing you can't forget
Knowing you feel what I feel
Knowing so much of what he did to you 
The guilt for not being able to help you
Then, now, always.

Unbearable

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Invisible

The screams so loud
That within their distance
People stand and cry
But the tears and screams
Invisible

The impact of the punch
A crater on a child's life
People shake their heads
But the punch and judgement
Invisible

Invisible screams
Invisible fears
Invisible lives
Torn apart in invisible times

Invisible child 
Not knowing where to turn
To escape what so many choose not to see

Invisible child
Sleeping in invisible arms
Where invisible child is desperate to sleep tonight

Only when they put a tiny body into a sack
The tape rings the place where at
All that was invisible before
Suddenly becomes a cause

Invisible the bruises that grew with the tears 
The fractured bones 
That lay alone
Invisibly

Invisible
The childhood crushed
Invisible
All the hatred that bleeds
Invisible
Those lost forever in the scream

Invisible
All those who beg to forget
For all that others could not see
To become invisible

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Blood Drips From Walls

A scream stretches out into the night
A desperate call heard but with guilt ignored
An echoing beacon of another battle commence
As neighbours run to their bunkers to escape its call
As blood drips from walls

In separate tombs
Two children wait in line
Hoping and praying they won't reach the head this time
Dreading what raised voices and familiar shouts will bring
As they desperately hide beneath timid sheets
That had always failed to provide cover they need
As blood drips from walls

A mother throws herself into the line of fire
Desperate to protect her kids from his fists full of anger
For she knows if she's not there where next he will turn
As her blood drips from walls

Plates, cups, glass become the bullets
In a battle for the kitchen door
Whilst trapped inside for now her children's safety she is sure
As blood drips from walls

Drink the finger on the trigger held
Cruel words the shrapnel that went so deep
Every punch of his fist the mighty bomb
That tempted fate to end this once and for all
As blood drips from walls

The excited barking dog
Becomes the friendly fire
As her arms try to block the punches
The dog bites into what he doesn't know
A scream of pain for a moment sets still time
As blood drips from walls

Two children shudder as the ambulance pulls up outside
The flashing lights a breeze of hope dancing on their bedroom ceilings
Just maybe somebody might come and take them now
Guilty in their selfish need as they feared for their mother loved
As blood drips from walls

But as they drifted into exhausted sleep
Freed for a night from his rage as he sat and feared losing all he controlled
In a hospital room their mother retreated into a lie
Surrendered all of them to many years more
Because more than she feared the war
She was terrified of the loneliness from losing his love
Believing every time he told her you're not good enough
As blood drips from walls

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Little Child

Little girl
tuck in tight
and don't worry
that man's not going to come to say goodnight
he's not coming 
because we sent him away
for what he did 
day after day.

Little boy
hold your teddy tightly
and sleep easy 
because we've taken him far from you
he won't be back 
to do that to you again
sleep safely now
it's finally ended.

Little child
sorry for not coming sooner
for being deaf, dumb and blind
for not seeing, hearing, fearing the signs
sorry for the years you lost
your innocence
and so much more.

Little girl, Little boy, Little child
no apology can ever be enough
will try our best 
to try harder next time
but at least you can sleep safe 
whilst the next child lies frightened tonight.

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The Argument

Sounds of adults shouting 
Banging, footsteps, more shouting
A mans voice gets louder and louder
A woman screams
A child, about 8 or 9, a little boy
Standing in the middle of a tired kitchen
His sobs getting louder 
Tears flowing down his cheeks
The shouting gets louder again
Another screams from a woman
The muffled sound of her begging the man to stop
With her screams the boy cries out louder
The little boy is now almost screaming himself
The boy stands shaking with fear
The boy looks out of place
Looks helpless in a kitchen, whilst small, around the tiny child seems huge

The kitchen door flies open
For a moment the little boy is silenced as a fat scruffy man storms into the room
The little boy screams out as the man grabs him and drags him out of the kitchen 
Into the hallway and up the stairs
The little boy is bashed against walls on the way
The boy is dragged screaming by the man up the stairs
A woman grabs the boy
The man and woman struggle
The boys screams get painfully louder 
The woman puts herself between the boy and the man
More shouting but the words not clear
The little boys face is full of fear

A womans hand pushes the little boy into a bedroom
The little boy crawls into a bed 
Sits sobbing but he tries to hide the sound of his crying
Muffled with a teddy bear he holds tightly
He look up for a second out the window 
As if searching the sky for a reason why
The little boy rocks just slightly
Shaking, his tiny lips quivering 
As the sounds of adults shouting become more distant
Exhausted the little boy drifts into sleep still sat holding his toy bear
As his tears start to dry
And in sleep he finds some peace

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Easy To Die

So easy to die,
But so hard to live.
Wonder if this existence,
Is really worth it.

I cry in the arms,
Of an early grave.
I only wanted love,
But instead rejection came.

I can love no other,
Because I do not love myself.
Zero self confidence,
Zero self love.

No self respect,
The cause of my death.
The past the ink,
On my death certificate.

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Posters On My Bedroom Wall

Culture club, Kajagoogoo and Wham
Just a few of those staring lifeless from my walls
As I sit petrified on my bed
With you standing threatening over me

No songs they've sung
Can absorb all that every word you say burns
But as they witness all you do to me
Less alone my mind bleeds

Once your gone
From his picture Boy George holds me for a second
He turns to say
There is a strength from not being the same

Tracy Ulman
Teams with Dawn French and Jennifer Saunders
They hold my hand and lead me from every thing you do
To a sanctuary filled with life and laughter

As you hide the evidence
Of your latest unpredictable rage
George Michael gently whispers
It does not have to be this way

Paul Young's reassurance
That what you do is not uncommon
Though very well intentioned
Doesn't help at all

Annie Lennox holds me in her arms
Shows me sweet dreams that help keep me alive
With every word she sings to me
Less and less the words you try to destroy me with I hear

Posters on my bedroom wall
Of people who don't know me at all
As they stood before the magazine shoot
They had no idea what their image would view

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Kicking, Screaming

Chaos erupting
Kicking, screaming
Dogs barking
Smash, thud
Kicking, screaming

Believing
I can have more
More than this
Kicking, screaming
Is not all there is
All I'm born for

Desperate
Hurt
Trapped 
No emergency exit
Kicking, screaming
Because I believe there is
More than
kicking, screaming

He calmly points
Sneers
Shows the entrance to
A greater hell 
In his desperate hope
To control
Fearing
Kicking and screaming
That may let the world know 

Battered
Tortured
On the edge of a grave
Where hope was pushed in
Where hope climbed out
Kicking and screaming

No end in sight
Can't imagine any other life
Beaten down so hard
Kicking, screaming
With kicks so weak no more than a twitch
Where screams are reduced to a silent whisper
Those kicks and screams all that's left
Kicking and screaming 
The only thing
Keeping me alive
Kicking, screaming.