© Abi
Published: July 2012
All alone I sit and cry
I wonder why I can't just let myself die
I lay on my bed
Covering my head
The marks he leaves are red
But inside I'm already dead
I 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 mean
He comes to my room
And I feel I'm doomed
I wish I could run
Run from what he calls "fun"
But the torture has just begun
Sometimes I wish I had his gun
I wish he was gone
I wish he had never done wrong
I wish I could be alone
Or just run from home
But home is all I've ever known
I can never be alone...
He is always there
Ready to tear
And I'm always here
Full of tears......
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Sad Poems
PuisiThese are not my poems I will put the poets name. I only put this as mature because of self harm,and the bad things that go on the poems!!!
