Julianna May

It’s building up…
This secret I must keep.
You threw it on
To my already large heap.
I know I swore
I wouldn’t tell a soul
But my heart is heavy;
This burden creating a hole.
With each new day,
I know you’re in more pain,
As her fists come down
And insults shower like rain.
I’m glad you trusted,
And told me what’s happening,
I’d be lying if I wasn’t scared,
Every night you go to bed crying.