My Privite Hell
This is my privite cell, I went there each time he touched me, Each time that he raped me And though he is no longer around Though he can no longer touch my body, Everynite he sleeps inside my mind, whispering Do you hear him ?, Because i do, everytime i close my eyes I hear his voice, hear every nasty thing he said to me I feel his hands, remember the the count of his heartbeat, The rough touch of his beard against my skin, The way i wpould try to pretend i was slepping, And how you didnt care, You just take what you wanted and left, I can remember it all, or at least most of it, And everynite i sleep i feel him all over again, I just keep hearing him over and over, I cover my ears, but i cant the voices in my head I cant stop hearing his laughter Tell me do you hear it too, Because there is never any silence in my privite cell, There will never be any silence in my privite hell Written March 18th, 2002 © on May 21 2002 01:24 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"This is my privite cell,..."