This poem is dedicated to my mother.
OUT OF MY HEAD
As I try to sleep,
I feel hollow,
Like when you're about to weep,
And you need to swallow,
That's how I feel,
As I lie in bed,
The memories so real,
Inside my head,
The darkness all around,
Doesn't scare me,
But what does I've found,
Is my own memory,
As I dream of the past,
While I'm still awake,
Morning's comming fast,
Soon dawn will break,
I hope tomorrow's,
Better than yesterday,
And all the sorrow's,
Gone far, far away,
My violent father,
Whom I realy dread,
I would so much rather,
Was out of my head.