That gun on my Mother’s head still haunts me at night. That time I locked myself in my room just because my Dad was too drunk still make me wake up sweating.
I screamed and screamed once they feast
on the flesh of my feet
Cece is what they call me,
for I am a child of despair and of sorrow.
Looking for a place, but there’s no one home
So this is how it goes…
He cheated on her
Let me tell you my secret. Alice in Wonderland is not a fairytale.