why

an innocence is stolen in the middle of the night, no one to come and save me from the monster in my room he is not made up of fiction he's a nightmare living and true. no can hear my cries when I hear the stairs at night the tears that stain my face are a normal thing to me no one will come and save me from the man the haunts my dreams he is a permanent scar that will never leave my body. shame I carry like a cloke that I wear around my body like the blame that is not mine but yet I carry it like it is sown into my heart I am not the predictor but yet I blame myself for being so small and weak no one will come and save me no one can hear me cry no one will ever listen but everyone will true a blind eye