A Slave to Memory

They probably think that I am dead I’d like to think that they do The things that happened are unimaginable Anything is better than the truth.

I thought my prayers came true that one day Luck came my way when Master let me go to that store I wasn’t scared anymore Had no emotions It was now or never.

He was my angel from heaven Saved me from all the pain and lies, so I thought I want to forget, I want to be free It haunts me everyday.

All I want is to see my children and my husband The shame, the anger, the fear holds me Everything is gone, and I am nothing I just can’t.

I lock myself in a cold and dark room now Again a slave This time to my memory Captured, confined, trapped I can’t forget, I can’t forget.