by `55`pillz, my Aime.

Covered in a bed sheet
Sitting between four walls
Learning that's not love they give; childhood's too hard to live.
I'm letting cold pass through me.
It's the thing they taught me best
I still live those haunted nights when nothing let me rest.
Lifeless place I called shelter
Empty rooms I called my home
Remind me what they always felt when they heard me ask for help
Bed never felt so warm
They never told a story
They never gave a kiss goonight
I guess they didn't think I'd worry.
Mother would you listen?
Father please just try
Let me tell a story about a dream of mine.