Broken and Torn .

I don't know if it belongs here, but yeah it's a poem about abuse .
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A broken doll,
That used to be so pretty.
With porcelin skin,
And a smile so happy.

Until her daddy left,
And made her mom cry.
Sat there, wondering,
"Why does mom cry? Why?"

Balled up in a corner,
With tears down her cheeks.
Mom drank and drank,
And hit her for weeks.

She begged for her to stop,
"Mother, please!"
But all she did,
Was give her neck a tight squeeze.

Choking and coughing,
Her arm in a red mess.
Lips cracked and split,
And her torn apart dress.

Crying and begging,
Screaming in pain.
A beer bottle to the head,
Thrown out into the rain.

At sixteen, still abused,
And though she was strong.
She felt that if she hit her back,
It'd be too wrong.

Took the abuse,
And bit back her own blood.
Tried to make her mom happy,
As much as she could.

No matter how much she hurt her,
She never wanted to leave.
Felt it was her fault,
That her father decided to leave.

"YOU WERE A MISTAKE!"
Her mother would scream.
And all she ever did,
Was pretend it was a dream.

"I WISH YOU WERE NEVER BORN,
THEN MAYBE I'D BE HAPPY,"
She listened to it all,
And never saw life as crappy.

She was hurt and torn apart,
Scars covered her body.
Her friends tried to help her,
And wondered how she could live as if she were happy.

Sitting there helpless,
She watched her life die away.
Sad and torn apart at night,
And happy, cheerful by day.

But she began to grow weak,
And her body couldn't take anymore.
She started to grow sick,
And wasn't as strong as before.

Then her mom broke her arm,
And slashed her with a knife.
She couldn't take the pain anymore,
And took away the girl's life.

Her friends screamed in pain,
When they found out she was dead.
Mother was put away,
And she was laid to bed.

Her mom still didn't see it as wrong,
And she still doesn't mourn.
She doesn't realize that she is the reason,
Her daughter was broken and torn.
[c] 2O06 Mindy Huang