Goodbye yesterday

When I was little I never played in parks, never cut my knee when I fell, never had that farther-daughter experience, instead I went through hell. Mam just looked straight past us, even if we were un-well., If he hit me when I was wrong, I couldn't cry, could not dwell, because I wasn't aloud to tell. Mam was sometimes away to long, least she wasn't permanently gone. I remember some nights i'd just lay, I didn't know why, but i'd begin to pray; ''save me from tomorrow'' is what I'd say, ''I don't want to do what I had to today''. But morning came, still in that same place, not a sentence to bed said, the same look on my face. It was then I realised, today would be another yesterday, and tomorrow wasn't going to go away; not unless i told someone what happened today. After then, tomorrow wasn't like today, ''Thank you'' became the only words i needed to pray, because no longer did I have to stay, so listen to what i'm about to say; tell someone, tell them today! Then its Goodbye to yesterday.