I’m hurting to the core………..

Mama doesn’t hear me

and I still hear the dustbin clatter

Mama doesn’t want me

Tell me does it matter?

Mama fights with Daddy, all day I hear her screaming

And I hide by the big old oak tree my tears down my face are streaming.

I sit quietly by that tree, just like a little mouse

My tummy hurts cuz I’m hungry as a horse

But no one knows what goes on in my ramshackled house

no one would care of course.

If I died an angel would come and take me up to heaven

And Jesus would sit me on his lap and feed me bread that’s leven

Please dear Jesus take me, I can’t take no more

Daddy’s coming for me, I’m hurting to the core.

(Dedicated to all the people who’ve come from abusive homes and are now fighting mental illness as a result)

Till next time

Love Deborah x