I love you, she said
But meant it not.
I love you, he said
But his love was rot
What's wrong with me
I cried to air
Or is it them
Pain I can't bear
You did it wrong
Again, she said
You're always wrong
Go on to bed
Dark is my friend
It hides the tears
But must be quiet
They have ears.
The child is grown
Pain should be gone
But it never healed
This is my song.
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reply to post by CA_Orot
Thank you Carrot! I was beginning to wonder if anyone read it! 
I hoped it might strike a chord with anyone who was abused in childhood.
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Love it. 
