My safe place

The wind is picking up but i only feel a breeze
trying to think of a way to put my mind at ease
because I'm tired of listening to you pick a fight
you call me a child and seem to think you're right
by putting me down you feel some kind of power
my happiness is what you aim to devour
sometimes i think you get a thrill when you see me cry
i know you like to make me feel low so you can get your high
you also like knowing you have someone to blame
I'm tired of the abuse and want to quit your sick game
but right now all I'm going to do is go to my safe place
a place where i can dream and feel the wind against my face