Whenever I'm by myself they whisper terrible things to me.
I'm scared and alone in my mind, but the doors won't hold, there falling down as I watch for the scary things.
He says things like worthless and ugly
What kind of 8th grader isn't a virgin
All in a low and terrible voice.
I try to build up the doors as I hold it shut with my scrapped and bruised hands.
But there is nothing to keep the word from sinking into the walls.
There true and I know it, he knows all my secrets.
I can't seem to block him out
I can't fix my mind as I try to think of the happy things you said.
I remember your hugs and those things you would tell me of how much you would always be there.
But he tells me these things that bring back memories of sad and terrible things.
So I write you this poem of how my brain thinks and I only ask you one thing...
Please Never Leave Me
Alone Again For The Words
That He Says Tend To Scare
Me
