little girl terrified
she would leave her room if only bruises would heal
a home is no place to hide
her heart is breaking from the pain that she feels
every day is the same
she fights to find her way
she hurts, she breaks, she hides, she tries to pray
she wonders why no one hears her when she cries
she's pulling down her long sleeves
to cover up all the memories the scars leave
maybe making me bleed
would be the answer that could wash the slate clean