I've hid in the closet
Under my bed
But nothing seemed to work
I still heard them scream
I still heard them fight
Even though I tried to escape with all of my might
I wanted away
I wanted to run
But truly inside
I knew
Nothing could be done
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Weary Hearts
PoetryPoems of love, sadness, broken hearts, and anger. Poems based from my life and my mind.