by Cher
As the years wear on, I sink into myself
wondering if I'll ever know What made me
sick so long
I take the pills I see the doctors
I suffer the pain I hear the shrills
How was I to know what lurked in my mind
Not knowing was hurting,
But to know, well Did I want to?
Filing through my memories was scary to say the least
What I was to find was not fit forman nor beast
Infact it was a man in my past I was to see
This man was there, when I was young, and he was hurting me
Now I take the pills And hope to be much better
But there is no cure for
A baby girl who is hurt forever
Copyright © 2009 Cheryl Edwards
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I am not a professional poet. I can only offer advice and my personal knowledge on the subject.
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