Abuse

Mutter me silent, words can no longer be spoken.
Hush, you need not to speak any longer either, for you'll sink yourself in deeper.
Deeper into regret, deeper into sorrow, deeper in my twisted past.
My past is a place of no return, a place where tears stained my cheeks and memories haunted my soul.
Abuse was all I took and I took it well.
I took it with out reaction, at least until I was alone.
I was a good child, I don't understand.
I didn't deserve it, not one would.
What ashame things had to end this way between you and I, but it's alright,
we will make it out okay because you are strong and can hold your head high.
So I'll wait til you come around to help raise my own.