Beneath The Bed Covers
Everyday, I create slits
And shed blood, sweat and tears as I restrain hits
It's not like I want the sorrow
But it's how my life is, a horror
I have my goals, but I don't know if I will be able to meet them
Each day, I hide underneath my bed sheets, close my eyes and talk to mum
Telling her that papa is making me cry
Although she might not hear, I still try
I become who I really am under my blanket
I wonder if anyone will remember me when I am in a casket
I dream of a new life better than this
That is the dream that I will miss.
--Sharon Tan
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