The little girl

by beth   Aug 15, 2006


I write poems every day and night
just because I can't sleep at night

I just find I can't sleep because I'm afraid
you will take things out on me like your on a rampage

I hear mommy scream and ball out her eyes
you make up excuses to hit her like" your sick of her lies"

and when your done hitting her , you come after me
and say I've done nothing but cause you misery.

So you say " come here, lets play a game"
and hit mee until blood pours out my veins

So i yelled" Please daddy stop, I've hurt enough"
and he said" Oh come on baby, You gotta be tough"

so I took it some more, without a complaint
and at that instant I began to faint

I screamed out “I'm sorry but I cant take anymore”
And within an instant I fell to the floor

Within a week my body was found
And they then buried me in a burial ground

Where in heaven I could be in peace
And all my pain can finally be released

There is no more about my life to tell
But this is my life inside the nutshell

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