I’m not going to survive
I’m here in my room in hope that I will be saved
Nobody has come yet I hear the front door slam shut
My mummy walks into my room and rips up my drawings then she hits me
My hands hurt and I can’t feel my feet

If I could see them I would wish on a star but my daddy bricks the windows up
I think every day I’m going to get through this and rule the world one day in my dreams
If I could go to sleep but I can’t I’m too scared

I’m not going to survive, I’m going to die in my own house
I’m not going to survive I can’t get out
I’m not going to survive I can’t even speak

My room is my prison, I can’t escape
I’m locked in here all day with no food or water, but I still wish
Even though it might not come true
I hear a knock on the door is it my mummy or my daddy?
My mummy’s voice goes quiet I can hear here crying...
I have to be quiet or whoever it is will get me!

I hide in the corner and I see the door open
A lady walks in and walks over to me and comes down to eye level with me
She asks me my name so I tell her then I ask her if she was going to hurt me
And she said she wasn’t, she held her hand out
And I put my hand on her hand
And she helped me up then she gave me a hug
And walked out of the house with me

I get in a car with her and drive to a really nice house
And she told me this is where I was going to live until she found me a new home
The people were really nice and there was other kids like me there
I made friends with a girl called Jessica
She’s my best friend now and I never saw my mummy or daddy again
And really I don’t want to in case they hurt me again.

It turns out I will survive, I have a voice
I will survive I have friends and a home
I will survive with help from my new friends and my new family

All thanks to the lady that saw the world through my eyes and understood me
I survived my life because of the people I have met now and now I smile and I can speak