Child Abuse Mental Health HOPE
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Thrown out of my own home
Out into the cold
So young, yet so old
Wisdom doesn’t make you stronger
Holding back tears doesn’t make things better
All I wanted is to live peacefully together
This winter is cold and heavy,
The frost nipping at my toes,
But I know someone with a bigger bite,
I cannot escape.
The red snow follows every step,
Little red,
Little red,
I remember getting up one dayIt started like any otherI sat down me and my brotherInsults were Normal till later I was pulled away from my mother Drugs ran through her veinsTrying to cover up past pains I remember her using make up to cover tear
Sometimes I like to think in even numbers
because Prime numbers tend to lend a connotative tone
Sometimes when I close my eyes to slumber
Sometimes I like to think in even numbers
because Prime numbers tend to lend a connotative tone
Sometimes when I close my eyes to slumber
Eleven years old, and I feel like I've lost my soul. Sitting alone, 200 miles from my home, everything has been taken away from me. A man I've been told to trust will act is if everything is alright, and I'm told to do the same.
