I hold my head, too many thoughts inside my brain
Maybe one day I can start to explain my pain
Inside my mind a haunted castle, ghosts of the past
My heart shouts stop to the demons get out fast
I build a prison in my head of all the things you did
No doctor can erase it. They cant even take off the lid
Use me as a punching bag, abused me when I was a child
Memories are a horror film inside. Thoughts run wild
If I could go back, I would have killed you. you took me
You ruined my life and made sure it was forever to be
You're horror inside my brain. Turning my wheels insain
True wicked, but why? I was innocent too young to know
The child abuser. I was Blind to evil. It may be over for you
For me, it's the ghosts in my brain till I die. Guess its forever
You're pure wicked evil, I was a lamb you slaughtered sadly
Life goes on but for me in a haze. I have good and bad days
Here I sit head in hands cant tell, no one understands
I wonder do you think of what you did, who you hurt
The child thought you loved Her. You were just a pervert
Now you're the evil ghost inside my mind, that can't be evicted
About the Creator
marie381uk
My Name is Marie, I write mainly poetry
I write subjects that I lean towards. No poetry by me, is related to me in any way unless I state it is. I have loved poetry from being 14 years old. Life is a poem grab a pen a tell your story xx
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