Is there an escape
From this life
To one in better shape?
One rid from all this strife.
These horrible screams,
They pierce my ears.
They take away my dreams,
And overcome me with fear.
Why can't my mind be ridden
Of these horrible memories?
Never living down what he did.
Creating such a sad story.
Why can't there be peace?
When will morning make me smile?
When will I be free?
And from this hell, I will travel miles.