He yelled, he screamed,
Called me ugly, called me worthless.
He pushed me,
Up or down the stairs,
It didn't matter.
Another slap in my face,
Another punch in the stomach,
Being bend over and choked.
All this time, I wish he wasn't so careful, I wish he killed me,
Because now, the only thing I am, is dead inside
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Poems
PoetryHi, I suck at poetry, these won't be any good at all. Don't read these, just for your own safety. Xoxo love, Phee
