(09:50 am)
She was pushed
I was pushed
and we were
abused
by dad's
drunken
behavior
and hands
it lasted for
days
locked up
in our
r o o m s
se pa ra ted
it was chaos
in my mind
and I felt
like sCreAmIng
but I couldn't
he had mum
in daytime
And me
when the
night turned
grey
I...
I...
....I
STOP
make it stop
NOW
p l e . e . a . a s e
YOU ARE READING
Night Changes
Poetry» Though they are apart, she still thinks of him and speak to him through words written «
