Go to bed crying,
Wake with so much pain,
Come home and pray to God,
"Don't make me live this way",
In constant fear of violence,
Words turn into stones,
Hands turn into weapons,
Memories to lost hope,
It doesn't seem to bother,
But it hurts deep inside,
The marks upon the soul,
Have something to hide,
With bruises on the outside,
Screaming "Save my soul",
No one seems to hear them,
No one cares at all,
Swore it was the last time,
Yet it never really stopped,
Their words were getting stronger,
The actions held their cost,
The yelling and the screaming,
Can't go on for days,
Unfortunately the truth is,
It may have found a way.
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Lovely, Deep, & Dead
Poetry☮Lovely poetry☮ ☮From the heart☮ ☮Deep meaning☮ ☮True events☮ Welcome to my life of secrets...
