Bystander,
You were passing by
Saw through the broken window
Hearing me cry
You took me to the hospitable
In relief I sigh
I have a broken collarbone and broken jaw
But I won't die.
A poem by me.
YOU ARE READING
The Notes
Short StoryBully, You hurt me again. You called me some terrible things **** I have a bruise on my left cheek. It's from you, but you don't know it. **** Mom, When's Dad coming home? You either say "soon" or you hit me. I don't think he's ever coming home. ...
