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Haunted in my nightmares, and waking life as well.
I don’t know if I’ll ever feel well.
What gives someone the right to use,
a child you bore yet now abuse.
Was love ever present there?
I felt I needed to get somewhere.
Somewhere that someone could love,
like the Father up above.
But every move that I did make,
always ended up a mistake.
I’d feel the pain deep in my heart,
and cried at night since the start.
I was there to make her look good,
but only in the neighborhood.
Once we came inside the door,
then I was subjected to more.
I didn’t learn right from wrong,
I guess I knew that all along.
She should do what is right,
as I’ve long given up the fight.