She is just a child,
Fulled of nothing
But pain
Mistreated by her mom, dad
And even all of her friends
Intends to be kind and loved,
But still, all she gets,
Are insults and hits
Cries in her room,
Screams to her pillow
Wishing to be dead
Shows she's nice and sweet,
Yet, she doesn't receive nothing
But mistreat
Still tries to fit in, but
She is doing it in nothing
But in vain.
But in spite of her pain,
Her wish now came true,
Cause now she found
A brand new life in heaven
Where she can
Start new.
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The power of poetry
PoetryHeyyy, so these are poems I wrote myself. I am used to write whenever I'm bored, due to the fact that writing is my passion, not to mention how much I love poetry So here I leave you some of my work, I am just longing for you to be related to so...
