Lose piece of herself
That is up on a shelf
Everyday she walks out the door
People looks at her and calls her a whore
Push her down onto the floor
Others feel sorry for her because she's poor
Can't take no more abuse for her baby sister because her father says that she's a bore
And when she calls him back he sexually abuse her and ask her if she wants more
Seeing her baby sister getting abuse shakes her to the core
In the night she grabs her sister when she hears a snore
And go in the forest to take a tour
Walks all night until she sees a store
Goes in their and tells a woman to take her little sister and give her to her aunt Noir
Stays with her sister until she realize that it's morning when the clock struck four
Goes home where her father beats her until all you can only see on her is alot of gore
In the morning they found her body with a letter to her sister and a knife in her hand on the sea shore
A letter with blood saying take care little Lor
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Thoughts of the Hopeful & Broken Ones
PoetryThoughts of the hopeful and broken ones can be deadly Knowing not what we are thinking Like quick sand the pain and the ache have us sinking Deep down in a dark part of our mind But a smile like ours makes them have nothing to find
