Secrets

Secrets are always meant to be told

That's what I have known since I was barely five-years-old

So when I grew up and held it inside

At some points I thought it would be better if I died

For what I did was too cruel

Scars marked up and down my back

But it's okay cause I was being a good girl and received a snack

'Cause I was good and I didn't tell Mom

It hurt but I always stayed calm

For what I did was too cruel

And as I grew the places he touched got lower

And my heart grew colder

New types of bruises lined by body

And when my friends ask I said they were presents from daddy

For what I did was too cruel

And when a baby started to form

And I learned what it meant to feel scorned

By everyone around me

And my tears formed a sea

For what I did was too cruel

I knew what had to be done

I’m too young to have a son

But too young to go to the doctors

It was a secret cause I learned how to fake it from actors

For what I did was too cruel

So I stood at the top of the stairs

I had to teach myself what it’s like to have no cares

So I fall down them hitting my stomach

I Bleed out after this plummet

For what I did was too cruel

And no one would know

'Til I let them

'Cause things change

In the end