How do I tell you all of the secrets?

The things you learn to obtain after being through roughness in your life. Just the screams you maintain inside your mind.

So softly the cackle of insanity holds a place deep inside your mind. The roughness of realizing you truly were a victim of a foul game.

Yet you survived. Still are surviving. Can't help but cry so much from it. A dirty secret you held deep inside you. The healing you did for yourself years ago.

Still you get assaulted with it today.

Doesn't the horror ever end.

Alas I still hold my head high. It's a secret I can never tell anyone in my family. The eyes of a child become very observant of everything.

I am so tired of holding it inside of me. Now seems right. But only who to tell,  who will believe me.

Knowing that some I told part of my secret to. How do I explain the rest.

How?

Oh Jehovah.
Give me the strength