My pain is unfair,
And this is how I walk to nowhere.
Take my hand
Show me another land.
This is what I demand.
When fire is in your eyes,
a part of me dies.
Slow but burning pain,
My tears make no stain,
in your heart,
And death takes no toll,
for the soul some one stole.
But forgiveness is a start
I take this on your part...
Forget me not.
This poem is about abuse. And how children deal with it.
