These tears keep rolling down my face like cars on a highway, no intention to stop until they finally reach their destination, the pain none the less is still the same there's no change in the way I've felt.
These cuts and scars that you see are just proof of the pain you can't see, like all of these thoughts running through me, you don't know what I see and the pain I feel or what I do to feel accepted.
Little girl terrified she only knows the pain that she feels, both night and day her parents never treat her right, when will this cycle end? Children in pain parents not caring what has the world come to?
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Poetry
PoetryThis is going to be a book of all my songs or poems that I have wrote PLEASE DON'T TAKE IT AND SAY ITS YOUR OWN.
