broken into pieces
torn at the creases
alone and damaged
starved and famished
lost and almost gone
wounded on the battlefield
with no wepon or shield
stranded and left to die
nobody can hear me cry
YOU ARE READING
On The Inside
PoetryPoetry I wrote, about my life and hopefully it will relate to others who have been abused or hurt or who have at one point, been broken girls....Its about what we hide, on the inside.
