I Cry
I had a deck of cards when I was seven years old...
I had a winning deal to, but then I had to fold...
I couldn't deal with the feel of his hold
My room was always dark when he came in
His breath was hot and the sheets were thin
He couldn't help but touch my skin
He'd tell me he loved me but then he'd grab my throat
On his every command I'd choke
With every word I'd cry
But then he'd scream and tell me to comply...
I cry, I cry, I cry
People have listened to my every lie
I say I'm fine when I wanna die
He'd touch me, love me
I'd give a silent reply...
I cry, I cry, I cry...
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye...
Copyright © Alexea Norman | Year Posted 2016
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