Mending

My mind wont mend what the heart wont say for the dark image refuses to go away my pulse quickens with every glace of your face how your blue eyes gaze and your blonde hair grazed along my legs as you so sickly thought when I awoke I would surely have forgot but as I lay here my hands slid across my skin the filth from my childhood, will never thin and I will never be the same for the innocents of a child was driven insane and I suppose when you let my mother take your name you never thought to think of how, you would lie in vain how I could never breath in the pain father you're sick and sadistic and surrounded by lies what went so wrong in your broken and twisted mind?