I can hear it
In the back of my mind
The screaming for help
And no not just a scream of fear
It's a scream of ultimate terror
The worry if you'll wake up or not
It's a worry if you'll even have enough food do eat for the week
It's a survival game
And the ones who make it out alive
Have to deal with the aftermath
The constant breakdowns
The flashbacks
The panic
And the paranoid feelings
Always wondering why this had to happen
Feeling like nobody cares
And depression
So the ones who make it out of abuse alive
Now have to make it out of depression alive
The ones who made it out
Deal with even more than they should've

And then you get to thinking
What about the children with normal lives
Whose parents are still together
Who always have a meal in front of them
And have a roof over their heads

Why does abuse have to happen?
And then people say abuse made you stronger
When actually you made yourself strong.