The Girl who could Wither Away (A short story/Poem)

Hello My Lil Munchkins! I have been getting A lot of reads on DOAB!!! Shocked! Haha anyway here you go my readers ;)

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I get up off the cold floor,

But you shoot me down once more,

I can't take this pain anymore,

I feel like I'm losing this harsh war,

I look at the scars that have remained,

On my porcelain doll face,

My sunkissed skin, now fades,

My chapped lips have no color,

I try and take cover,

But your fist strikes again,

The hallways clear in fear,

Yet I'm still here,

Their cold hands dress me and put Chapstick on my lips,

They shut my eyes,

And the sobs die,

My mom cries all through

The night,

She didn't know her baby had such a life,

Dressed in black with a veil upon her tear-stained

Face,

The preacher states "Let us Bow our heads and Pray for a little girl who could wither away"

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I know it's a sad short story :( Sorry had to let out my emotion.. Was it a good poem/story though ??