Abandoned by those who as gods we perceive, We consider ourselves thus unworthy, In the longest-forgotten depths of our childhoods, We were told that “love isn’t for me”. And we cling now again with such mad desperation, To any who’d come by and listen, To the pain of the lost, to our horrid damnation, To the cries of the unheard children.
Seeking Out Our Abusers
Seeking Out Our Abusers
Seeking Out Our Abusers
Abandoned by those who as gods we perceive, We consider ourselves thus unworthy, In the longest-forgotten depths of our childhoods, We were told that “love isn’t for me”. And we cling now again with such mad desperation, To any who’d come by and listen, To the pain of the lost, to our horrid damnation, To the cries of the unheard children.