12 November 2012
I knew a child Who was mild Every night She was a horrible sight
She would crawl to her bed and fall limp like the dead She would lay down and weep and stay half asleep
She falls asleep with the hope, "If only I could cope." But every morning she wakes Realizing she doesn't have what it takes
With her tear-filled eyes, All she could see was demise The broken scars on her back A reminder of everything she lacks
Now I'm standing here Looking at the mirror with fear Fear that I would return To how I was before I learned
A Haunting Past • Opuss № I