sad peoms 😇

Broken

 1 cut, 2 cuts, 3 cuts 4.

There's a little girl crying on the floor, wishing to hurt more. To escape from the pain she's known, even thou it is she which its sowen.

Deep , deep down. Under the earth, before her birth. Her mother was beaten broken and used, and her father well..he abused.
 
Then she came into this world and he found a new toy. His old one broke.

Now here she lay , hurt on any other day by him , but today she was abused and her the abuser.

No food for this hungry girl, no love for her lonely soul and no help for her bruised heart.

Now here she lay, with more cuts than 4, more bruises than 5, more broken than a 100 men.

Today she sees a rope, and with no more hope, she goes to grab a box and ties up her long locks.

Now here she stands with a rope in hand. Throwing it up and tying it to the stair, moving her hair. She makes a loop and puts it on her skinny neck.

With one last tear one last breath and one last scream. She kicks to box and escapes to the land of all dreams.