Zivera

Abuse. That's what the people at school said it was. Abuse. You should stop it; you should do something about it they said. The teachers had approached her, are you ok? Is what they're saying true? She had shrugged them off, no, no. No substance in any of the rumours. Now she was sitting at home, listening, listening was all she could do. Was that thud his fist? Was that whack his head? Was that the slam the door as one of them left? Should she go downstairs to check how they are? Should she hide up here? Her arms shook and the hairs prickled up on end as she hugged close to the wall. Everyone thought it was about raised voices, yelling, bu

Those lonely nights, Harder and harder to overcome Nothing's right, Feelin like you're one among the billions, Just like your soul's bein killed and, You have no strength for the fight Losin sleep, Eyes are bein washed away, By the rivers that you weep You're wondrin, "How in the name of God did I, Ever get this weak?" I tell you: When you're lost and afraid, When you think you can't be saved, That's when, I will be there When it feels like no-one cares, And there's nothing left to share, Just blink, and I will be there That broken heart, Harder and harder to ignore But it's a start, A chance to maybe turn the pages, To