I was beaten black and blue,
sometimes purple and yellow too...
What do you do when you've had enough?
When you're so tired of being tough...
Oh how the days seem to turn,
From a hellish nightmare where I burn...
Deep pain and torture
during ritual abuse...
Melancholy sighs
drown within pools of ponder...
Devastating news
of losing an unborn child...
Deep in the heart
of my pollinated soul...
My Soul Roams
At night my soul roams...
That moment of intense pain
when you feel the heat...
The blade sits across the room
Beckoning me...
You are my baby girl
you mean the world to me...
If you look on my bedroom wall, you'll
find a collage of pictures in a heart of my...