The walls they say the secrets I wish noone to know.
Whispering the secrets I want them to hold .
The walls are cruel when they remind me
of the horrid life I have lived.
My room i’ve held for 17 years.
The walls don’t let me forget.
“The man who took your innocence;
when you were still innocent”
They whisper my secrets through the dark hours
The walls know every second,
but I want them to forget.
“The babysitter that played family.
Made you be mommy, and told you to bend over”
I hate what the walls know.
I hate the years they hold.
“When your father beat you,
till you couldn’t move”
Reminding me of my nightmares--again.
“The boys you let touch you,
the drugs you let take you--
and all of that just so you could forget”