A repeating sound,
Another scream,
A broken home
a broken dream.
Gone to Hell,
Another fight,
She lays quietly,
There will be no sleep tonight.
Wake up alone,
Get dressed and leave.
No once can notice,
the bruises under her sleeve.
When it ended,
Another beating worse than the
last,
She opened the drawer,
took out a flask.
Drank her relief,
Fell to the ground,
Another broken person,
gone without a sound.
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Only Mine
PoetryI'll be updating poems everyday. I'm mostly doing this to vent so sometimes they won't make sense. :) Thanks for listening !! If you like them please Comment, Vote and Follow. Thank you! :)
