The walls of your house were built from guilt and shame. Your dad hit and your mom cried. You were stuck in your corner of the world. No one saw, heard or cared anyway.
You glanced at everyone else but chose to be alone.
Because what if they found out, what if someone saw, what if daddy thought you had tattled. You stopped crying, no one cared.
You wanted to be someone but no one noticed you.
Dad released his anger and the bruises painted your skin.
In your room you planned to escape, to disapear to be forgotten.
The first time you hit, a piece of you died but the darkness shattered. For once you were not weak and for each blow the fear vanished, you were no longer afraid, when you hit, you felt strong.
Mammas gråt sjönk in som knivar under dina revben, punkterade ditt hjärta och lät dig blöda ut. På insidan hade du brunnit så länge, att du nästan blivit till aska.
In the darkness I screamed words that no one heard.
When I grow up I will never be like them, Daddy please love me, mommy please see me, anybody help me.