The trees become naked,
As the leaves fall.
My face still burns,
Though I will stand tall.
The wind beats upon my skin,
Tickling the hairs on my head.
Our howling extinguishes fire,
And reawakens the dead.
I tell the moon secrets,
That I am forbiden to tell.
The bruises upon my body,
And my home life that I call hell.
The moon is my secret keeper,
Shadowing my life as I scream inside My head.
I cannot sleep those nights,
While my blood has stained my bed.
He does not coil his fist,
He does not scratch my face.
He will do anything else,
That doesn't bruise or mark my face.
I wear long sleeves,
So no one sees.
I shout inside my head for help,
"Someone help me, please!"
Though you cannot help,
The marks are already there.
Nothing will make me forget my scars.
Life just isn't fair.
The trees become naked,
As the leaves fall.
My insides are screaming,
"Catch me before I fall!"