Mummy please...
Mummy please don't lock the door.
The anxiety grows inside me.
I know I have been here before. 
The smell of soil and potting,
The stench of old manure. 

I feel the darkness bite me,
Draw blood from frightened veins,
I scratch to stop me crying,
It helps to ease the pain. 
Space creeps tight around me,
squeezing out my breath. 

Perfectly perfumed petrol 
I gently take a sip,
I have been in here for ages, 
I drink a tiny bit. 
It stings and taste so nasty.
I know my life is shit. 

I know it's nighttime now
No darker than before,
I am colder now than ever,
My dress ripped from before. 
The cold it numbs my shoulder.
Dislocated as I fought.

It's easier just to let her.
Just let her lock the door.
Stay in here it's safer
Just don't wee on the floor. 
Mummy please...
Mummy please don't lock the door.