I fairly sure I was not board.
Suffocating me so crime did slide?
I've been scared, my brother tried,
seems it runs in family's like mine.
Never said, never lied,
just felt sick and did not find.
Anyone in this life,
that had a story full of this much strife.
Mother announced my worth to me,
said these things since I was three.
You dirty, filthy, minded thief,
your Satan's spawn,
and the devils whore!
You are the number 666,
you are a baby and a tryst!
The demon of silence,
commands your bed,
evermore you will tread.
Guilt will be what you do wed.
White will turn the color red.
Telling others of family dread,
will be your end, you'll be dead.
Such a threat was this to me.
I can't remember it all you see.
I was young, I was afraid,
most of these words they did lay.
Deep inside my mind to know,
I had better grow so fast,
so that I may leave at last.
A plastic bag wrapped 'round my head?
Sex is different when you said,
look this way you'll never say,
"infanticide," there she lay.
Made me white and ashen color,
Do you think that parents blink?
of the narcissistic energy,
that I seem to still be.
takes me time to speak my peace.
Please stop doing this to me,
I don't want you or memories see.
I just want one certain thing,
it is not you or a fling.
Why did I tell my story?
To ease the pain inside of me,
does it drop you to your knees?
That's how I know the difference now,
I can tell he wears a shroud.
Wrapped in so tight he is not right,
he causes me so much strife.
I was the one that survived at night,
with the fear of every life.
He just laughs at my horror,
begs me to tell him more.
Causes flashbacks to be worse,
turns out that he just has a thirst,
for my misery, I agonize,
is this men or every guy?
Do I stop and finally lie?
Making right the fact I tried,
giving up the family ties,
realizing why I died.
Out of body experience,
I was killed and murdered too.
Is there someone that can do,
anything to make me new?
I was young, can you undo,
this frightened girl who turns to you?