At night they come out to play
Run their fingers through my hair
Scratch my skin until it's raw
There is no stopping it
What they do every night
So I scream quietly inside
So as not to bother anyone
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In the Rose
PoetryA collection of different poetry ~Tears on the Ground~ Tears pour down As the tears fall quickly I curl into a ball Like it can hide the pain What do I do What should I say Probably nothing It's better that way Easier for me Easier for them Easi...
