Forgotten
Forgotten
I remember his hands, his filthy hands, breaking, twisting, pulling, burning. I try to be better, I try so hard, my world is spinning. I must have been bad, I deserve the pain, this is all my problem. When will mommy be back, when will daddy love me? When will life be better again? There is no God, there's only pain, I should just grit my teeth and take it. For I am stupid, useless and weak, so easy to forget.
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