Sheila

Part of my psychic poem project, if this touchs you, please let me know. Thanks.

 

Secrets can do far worse then just hurt

Help me to expose mine of what he does behind closed doors

Even if you have to drag me kicking and screaming to the police

I cannot be allowed to keep silent anymore

Love me enough to save me from my own foolish notion that he will someday change

A monster I married cannot become the reason my children have a grave to vist

 

Instead of a living mama to love

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