Sleep

by Kristina   Apr 23, 2005


Every night she lays in bed
and cries herself to sleep.
And when she wakes up
her tears do creep.
Everyday she feels pain
it is because one thing.
Because her mother hits her so
her smack leaves such a sting.
Teachers worry
but do not talk.
They see her limping
as she would walk.
Friends would ask her
why she is lying.
The truth is
they don't know she's crying.
She kept everything she felt
and all her pain inside.
That's why last night
as she slept, she died.

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  • 19 years ago

    by Robert

    beautiful poem. and sad too :( well done mate x

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