Kii Posted December 2, 2010 Posted December 2, 2010 The girl The man They are father and daughter. The pain The guilt They kill me inside. The cuts The bruises They seem all the same. The torture The screams They mean nothing to me. The emotions The tears They don?t seem to stop. The belt The fists They beat down on me. The abuser The abused He is him. She is me.
punk301 Posted December 2, 2010 Posted December 2, 2010 poetry is the essence of ones spirit, memories, and pain ive seen ur pain, and memories in ur poetry, but id love to see ur spirit
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