She looked up at the stars
Wondering what it's like to be free
She looked down at her arms and wrists
Where blood and bruises could be seen
She didn't do anything
Why was he so mean
Her brother had been kidnapped
Her mother lost at sea
She was blamed for the death of her mum
She wouldn't of gone if it wasn't for her
If hadn't asked for a doll for Christmas
Her mother would of been safe and she wouldn't be hurt
She had begin to cut
Take control of her pain
But her farther stopped at nothing
Nobody heard her screams
She put herself on mute
No more cries or screams
She went numb at the heart
Nobody loved her anyway
She often thought of suicide
But she wouldn't give him the satisfaction
If she killed herself because of him
He'd probably love the action
Whenever she stood on the edge of a cliff
Something told her to stop
That something held her back
And she couldn't make herself jump
This is my sisters poem shadow-wolf911 She let me use it for my book
