The clock ticks on her bedroom wall
But she’s hardly there at all
Her mind is jolted back
To a time when life was crap
When all she knew
Day in and day out
Was pain, torture
When everything in life was about survival
Staying alive for yet another day
As she goes in and out of dissociation
Vivid memories and feelings too
She wishes life would have been different
Wonders what it would have been like
If her childhood wasn’t stolen from her?
