Annie
Hi, I'm Annie and I'm 7.
I've been dealing with a monster for two years.
I can't do anything about it but cry tears.
I'm not brave enough to tell it to stop.
On my back while it's on top.
The monster she, I mean it yeah it.
Ain't about shh..
How could you repeatedly torture me?
I'm innocent and sweet.
Why don't I have a say so in your actions?
Your stupidity affecting my life that can't be fixed with patches..
because it's emotional and mental problems not physical
I label you as an uncaptured criminal.
It seems like you forgot about what you did.
I'm still just a kid.
Unhealing scars I have because of you.
Nightmares I have because of you.
My pain is not lead
and my happiest times are not the eraser.
They say what's done in the dark will come to the light
but where is my light?
Our untold secret I should tell, I just might.
What you've done can make anybody vomit.
All I want to know is
why my monster couldn't have been under my bed or in my closet.
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