Written When I Was 14...
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Before her parent's eyes, her hope was ripped away.
Bruised and cut up, at their feet she lay.
An innocent fourteen year old who suffered in silence,
never stood up to her fathers unnecessary violence.
Like every night, she wrote to herself in her little pink book,
spilling on the pages, about all the trauma she took.
' Dear Diary...
Why is it that I cry blood instead of tears?
Why is it that I hurt more but cannot decrease the fears?
Those kicks, those words aren't making me weak,
Your making me stronger but trouble I'll seek.
Why is it the ones you love most put you through pain?
Don't realise that scars become permanent stains.
I put my hands together and ask you God why?
Why is this world so painful? Why do I always cry?
Give me a little light, so I don't have to reminisce,
Give me a chance to smile...
Please stop this Injustice. '
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You have probably gathered by now, My life defined ' Abuse ' only one year ago. It was injustice, something I should have never had to go through. But I did- And that's what makes me who I am today... A stronger person.
Keep Loving <3
~ Skylar x
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