All the things they say keep running through my head.
Mommy I cannot sleep.
Mommy bad things are in my head.
If i think of good things they keep me up all night.
I need you to know whats going on at school.
Abuse is hard enough verbally.
Except now its getting physical and I can keep making excuses.
Except someday I will run out, then be caught.
You been so understanding I been a bad bad child.
I should have told the truth, now your dear child once a baby is begging you for help!
XXX
Read it and come running with comforting hugs and kisses before I no longer breathe out Carbon Dioxide.