Child Of Pain

Hoping that she doesn't find
that speck of dust, a dirty spoon;
praying that with every strike,
she'll get too weary, and tire soon.

Your heart jumps every time she wakes,
every painful day has higher stakes.
Walking into traffic's way...
not wanting to live another day.

The shame, the pain, the lame excuses...
the tongue, the hand have many uses.
In the dark, the tears fall cold...
they match your heart, they choke your soul.

No self-esteem, no hope, no joy...
broken, and stifled, you've become her toy.
You're told you're worthless, you're made to crawl
scared, bruised, and empty, your back to the wall.

One day, you escape, and for once, you can breathe,
but still you feel your tortured heart seethe.
You find a man who seems so kind,
then, too late, you realize, he's not such a find.

Harsh words, cruel hands; again, you ask why...
he doesn't stop until you cry.
Again the words you hate to hear;
"I love you" always strikes such fear.

You try to leave, the punishment follows...
death and flames would be easier to swallow.
Years upon years, an agonizing stream...
you lose yourself, and forget how to scream.

A kick in the temple, a slap to the face;
such humiliation is hard to erase.
Another man takes from you, whatever he wishes,
and the man that you're with, barely twitches.

One day, you sit down, and the tears fall like rain...
for days you weep with guilt, shame, and pain.
No one to help you, nobody there...
death doesn't matter, because you don't care.

The deep, hollow nothing that makes up your soul
is just the beginning of what they all stole.
Abused, raped, berated, my head hung low,
I went to the nothing that I called my soul.

Somewhere, a spark, like a tiny ember, glowed...
desperately I fanned that spark, to make a fire grow.
Today, tears still fall, it takes so long to heal...
a lifetime to amend what so many steal.

The pain never leaves, the memories flare...
truly trusting another is so hard to share.
I'd like to pretend that none of it's real,
but that would mean I'd again cease to feel
.
I know what it's like to pray for demise...
to end all the 'torture', to just close your eyes.
But then, I found someone who cared how I felt....
someone who refused to allow me to melt;

I found, deep inside, a strength and a will...
hand in hand with myself, I tackled that hill.
When I see it happen around me, today,
I step in, and stop it, anytime, anyway.

No one deserves to have themselves stolen away...
for this, dear Lord, I pray everyday.