EVIL THOUGHTS

There’s blood on my hands, and across the lands

for the evil thoughts that I hide

Once they were secret, now I can’t keep it

locked deep inside

He hurt me, and used me, that man he abused me

and made me feel dirty and cheap

But when he died, I closed my eyes,

and for him I began to weep

Was I crying for him, or crying for me?

relief that he was gone

Was it a hidden sense of release

because the hurt couldn’t go on

But it went on, and here I am

struggling for a normal life

And all I can say, as I sit here and think is;

The future sure looks bright!!