(Physical Abuse. [My Trauma])
Beat up, abused
Broken down, torn.
All these little girls
Killed by the storm
Raging inside the male
Figure in their life
Yet they still somehow dream
Of becoming a wife.
How do they do it?
Live through despair?
They go on through life
Without a care...
Yet the scars on their body
Will never heal.
Never fade.
And he doesn't even care
He thinks it's not real
He hides it in the shade
But it is real.
She's real.
My story I am writing
Held under blankets of hope
I don't see the storm rising.
It rages and rages
I'm hiding from the monster
But blood loss makes me weak
I can't hold on much longer.
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Book of poems
PoetryThis is just a book of some things I've jotted down. I've written over a million poems but I'm only gonna post the ones I think are the best. I try to make things relatable so that you guys can resonate with what I write, but sometimes it's just pe...
