Once… there was this girl who
Had so much to say, and no one to talk to
When she spoke, she shook
Because all she wanted to do was get back to her nook.
You’re wondering why she felt dead?
If you’re reading this, this is what she said:
“I’m safe here.
For the first time I’m thinking clear.
In my own little corner of my house lies my safety net.
I’ve got everything I need, I’m all set.
When something in my life goes wrong
I sit there and wait until I can hit a bong.
It makes me feel like it will all be okay.
When my door is closed and everyone’s far away.
Being alone is my Heaven and Hell
Able to cry, but wanting to burst is my downfall.
As fucked up as things are, I’ll keep slaving away
To fulfill the expectations my parents constantly say.
I run to my place where no one can find me
The only place on earth where I actually feel free.
I have been called many names, even a whore
Will you be happy when you settle the score?
There’s no time for talking about trouble you find
And the doors are all closed between your heart and mine.
So I beg you to let me go, let me take flight
Give me just a minute and I’ll be out of your sight.
I’ll run to my love, and my home; here’s something I haven’t said;
This thing that is so special and dear, this Haven that I speak of… Is just
my bed.”

~Sherry Lynn Tatko, January 9, 2004


 
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