I sit upon a bed of tears
All alone and full of fears
I cannot comprehend
Why the pain does not mend
So I stare upon the wall
And in my childish prayer I call,
“I want my daddy to come here
to protect me from my fear
But to daddy I cannot call
for he is the deadest of them all
My “step-father” whispered he loved me and said not to tell
But when he touched me I wanted to yell
He hurt me and made me cry
He said he loved me, so I don't know why
Can you hear me Jesus, are you awake?
I don't want to bother you, but it is him I hate
Please forgive me for being bad
I know I make him mad
He told me if I don't be good
While by my bedside he stood
I'm afraid he will hurt me even more
He said be good, like the times before
But Jesus it hurts when he harms me at night
I want to tell Mommy, but she will not believe me and there will be a fight
I want to go away to be with you
But I have to know, do you hate me too?”