all alone i sit and cry
i wonder why i can't just let myself diei lay on my bed
covering my headthe marks he leaves are red
but inside i'm already deadi hope tonight he just falls asleep
so here in silence i may weep
every day i clean and clean
but he gets more and more meanhe comes to my room
and i feel i'm doomedi wish i could run
run from what he calls "fun"but the torture has just begun
sometimes i wish i had his guni wish he was gone
i wish he had never done wrongi wish i could be alone
or just run from homebut home is all i've ever known
i can never be alone...he is always there
ready to tearand i'm always here.
full of tears.
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morning musings
Poetry❝a beautiful girl with gorgeous eyes, but a hidden world of hurt and lies.❞ a collection of short poems and quotes. morning thoughts ✨ #11 in poetry [18/02/18]