As a child I would sit and play on the basement stairs.
I had a handful of broken toys, that suited me just fine.
In those hours I was in my own little world,
A world I'd found was only mine.
I wouldn't let my siblings join,
they wouldn't even if I'd asked.
I was content being alone,
alone as all the hours passed.
Up and down those stairs I'd go,
to places only I could see.
My mom would open up the door,
and looking down, see only me.
But I was never quite alone,
surrounded as I always was,
with all the people in my mind,
I'd built a little world for us.
A place where pain was not allowed.
Always silent,
despite the crowd.
A place where my bullies couldn't reach,
they couldn't hurt or pick on me...
A place where drugs could never exist,
so I never had to deal with it.
A place where I was never judged.
Where I had friends.
Where I was loved.
Those stairs were everything to be.
The were any place I cared to be.
Any place my mind could see.
And I was never cold or scarred.
I was never left to cry.
My father never walked away.
My grandmother was still alive.
My clothes were never way to big,
And I was loved by other kids.
My toys were alive
My fears were not.
As long as I was in that spot.
I had great grades.
I was good at math.
I never showered,
took only baths.
No one talked about the thick glasses I had.
I never wore them, my eyes weren't bad.
I never waited for my dads return.
I had enough focus to learn.
In my world I lived my dreams,
I never had to stitch the seams...
As long as I was on those stairs,
my reality so far was gone.
I didn't have a single care,
In my world was where I belonged.
As a child I would sit and play on the basement stairs.
I had a handful of broken promises, that suited me just fine.
Because in those hours I was in my own little world,
a world in which my hope had never died.