This is my shelter
the only safe place in my home.
The only place of solitude that I've ever known.
Her voice mixes with his,
the words become blurred like my eyes.
Behind my bed is where I'll lay,
here I can wipe my tears away.
I assure myself,
that every childs life must be like this.
Mine can't be that different.
A few tears here,
a few crys for death there.
Would it be better if I was never born?
My,
how many times my mouth must have said this.
How many times did I make that wish.
Everyday.
Behind my bed, where I lay.
I just want to be held,
but this is too hard to say.
My throat is cold and soar,
my heart is torn,
and my mind thinks a million thoughts every second.
Pack my things and leave,
No.
Add another voice to the screaming, mine,
No.
Wait, silence.
Is it the eye of the storm or has it passed?
I wait,
behind my bed, where I lay.
Should I get up or should I stay?
I fall over gently.
It must be late.
Behind my bed, in puddles or tears,
she creeps in and covers me with a sheet,
and I sleep.
 
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