Stories of Survivors

Well I’ve always had trouble talking to people, it’s too hard to say things in words, and straight forward, so I write things down, here’s my story in a poem.

childhoods are ruined
lives are split in two
give her something to remember 
leave her bruised and blue
it’s all an act of a twisted mind
that’s what he tells himself
as he sneaks into her room at night
and leaves his beer upon her shelf

and now he sings his lullaby
a lullaby of broken dreams
he leaves her shattered by his touch
the silence broken by her screams
no ones there to hear her cries
she unravels at the seams
every night more and more she dies

everytime he sings his lullabies

as she grows so does her pain
she’s so fucked up
she’s going insane 
no one knows what to do
she’s cries and cries
they have no clue
she finally thinks it’s over
here he comes again
one more beer and then another
she wants to give in

her body scarred and mangled 
it gives him pleasure deep within
forever disgusted by herself
it’s all because of him
he was the first to ruin her innocence 
the first but not the last
she suppresses all the memories
but her future matches her past

the world is full of “lullabies”
many she has heard
sung by many twisted people
she hides them with her lies
one day when she gathers courage
her nights no longer filled with cries
she’ll sing to all the people
and the world will know her lullabies