memories

A small young girl was left alone,
In a town away from home,
In a room where it was cold,
With just a blanket to hold

Oh what bad memories

A small young girl was crying in pain
For she was bleeding yet again
Can barely breathe let alone scream
So she lies with her blanket and tries to dream

Oh what bad memories

A small young girl tries to sleep
But hears him open the door and creep
Hitting harder than last time, she’s in allot of pain
Now threatening to tie her with the chain

Oh what bad memories

She still cries and struggles to escape
Not knowing all this is going on tape
The sick twisted even man
Dragged her to his van

Oh what bad memories

He brutally raped until black and blue
Oh how I wish this wasn’t true
The child was bleeding, crying
And was left alone, felt like she was dying

Oh what bad memories

Lying on the cold hard floor
He was threatening to do even more
But he threw the chair at the child
Unconscious and cold he smiled

Oh what bad memories

He left the girl alone in the van
Why do I have to love this horrid man?
At home he’s the perfect ‘dad’
But a father I never had
Oh what bad memories

This was a constant thing as a child
That he was brutal, horrid, sick and wild
Taking me to places where I don’t know
But now what does he have to show?

The memories haunt me day by day
I’m so glad I didn’t have to stay