I hung myself before I thought.
I can't take it back and now I'm lost.
To heaven or to hell,
Who is to decide?
For I haven't met up with the other side.
I think God knows what's in my heart.
He wouldn't take from me,
My brand new start.
Will he forgive just what I did?
I had to save myself,
I was only a kid.
Years of torture and years of pain,
Being beaten over and over is what I claim.
Mommy and daddy were awfully mean,
But to no one else, was it ever seen.
The beatings were something
That I could take,
But the mental abuse was more than a mistake.
Every night I dreamed of being a balloon,
So I could fly away, and go to the moon.
It was in my dreams that I was set free,
And the places I traveled were something to see.
I had dreamed of heaven, and lived in hell.
But that was something only the coroner could tell.
The marks on my body were finally made known,
And after I died I was left alone.
The coroner said that I was beaten for years
It was only then that others shed tears.
For I am now gone, with no regret.
But I hope what I've told you, you'll never forget.
Now I'm free from pain
And going home soon,
I'm just making my trip
To the moon.

 
© Kristin E. Porter
2007