It hurts inside Mummy.
But I don’t know where.
I think it hurts all over Mummy.
Even in my hair.
The ogres of my life eat me
from the inside out. Devouring me and
tearing me apart.
I don’t know how they expect to heal this heart.
Why do I feel so sad Mummy?
So sad and tired and upset?
Why aren’t you making me better Mummy?
Don’t you know what’s wrong yet?
My heart shrieks in pain, as the thunder
rumbling in my mind threatens to
rip it to shreds.
The power controlling me, only more fed.
Am I going to die Mummy?
Am I going to the sky to be tall?
Am I ever going to be better Mummy?
Ever, ever at all?
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