he came into my work and winked at me...the way his father used to...the wink to keep my mouth shut!
he was 8 like me back then but he was part of it too....and now he is just like his father....he's married...moved on with his life yet I cannot move on with mine...
he put his arm around his wife and gave me that look...I felt so dirty I had to leave...I ran out of work, straight home and just needed him to get out my head...I OD and was taken to hospital...sectioned for over a week...
why does he get to move on with his life and I cannot?
he is living his life and I am still that little girl under is thumb
hiding, crying, just wanting to go home...
it's not fair...I look at him and I see his father...
the both of them...why won't they leave me alone
his father is in prison yet still he gets to me...
made me get locked up in hell for a week
why do I feel like I am taking the punishment for their crimes
maybe because I am more guilty then they are...
