I sit there crying
Knowing there's no hope
I feel like dying
My parents beat me day by day
The pain kills
They say that they need to make me pay
My bruises are throbbing
I feel like nothing
I can't stop sobbing
I see a bright light through the door
I know my end is nearing
My health is so poor
My parents start talking
I hear a knock
The window near me shows a lady walking
It turns out that she saved my life.
To be continued...
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Layla's Story
PoetryCruelty to children must stop, this is a poem from 'Layla's perspective, showing the story of her life.