Consumed

CONSUMED 
We sit on my bed together talking just us two. 
I don’t understand.  I thought things would get better if I came to u.
Of course things will stop, you won’t have to go through it that’s true.
But why did you come to me?  Why  would your mom or dad not do?
Did you not feel you could talk to them? Couldn’t they see what was happening to you?
My parents are so busy with work and my baby brother it’s easy to keep things out of view. 
What about a close friend of yours or someone else related to you?
I couldn’t get anyone like that involved. That would make them retaliate; that’s what they do. 
The more it happened, the worse it got, the more I became consumed 
With being sure no-one found out and staying alone in my room. 
Then when it went live on the air I was terrified because I knew
Everyone, everywhere would see it and it would only grow. 
There would be more of them doing it, it would get more vicious; I couldn’t let it go
And that’s when I finally decided  that I had to let somebody know. 
I couldn’t handle this by myself not one more single day. 
And that’s when you eased that burden by bringing me into play
But you see how you feel; you see how something's not right. 
I feel let down.   I lost and they won.  I stayed weak. I didn’t put up a fight
I needed to get help sooner. My parents, even my school would have taken care of the wrong. 
Instead of just taking it and letting it go on for so very long. 
I’ve given a bad example to those suffering in silence just like me. 
 Sometimes when we get a life  lesson it's something we don’t care to see. 
My angel took my hand and we got off the bed turning to look down one last time
At my peacefulness lying there so still, no more problems on my mind.