morning musings

a l l a l o n e

all alone i sit and cry
i wonder why i can't just let myself die

i lay on my bed
covering my head

the marks he leaves are red
but inside i'm already dead

i hope tonight he just falls asleep
so here in silence i may weep
every day i clean and clean
but he gets more and more mean

he comes to my room
and i feel i'm doomed

i wish i could run
run from what he calls "fun"

but the torture has just begun
sometimes i wish i had his gun

i wish he was gone
i wish he had never done wrong

i wish i could be alone
or just run from home

but home is all i've ever known
i can never be alone...

he is always there
ready to tear

and i'm always here.
full of tears.