***I worked really hard on this poem, and I must...
proud of it, but then again I am...
She didn't Mean to Get daddy Mad that night.
She curled in a ball while she Listened to Mommy...
This little girl is afraid to go home
afraid of being beat and thrown...
I was half way it seems
Between your world and hell...
A lost and lonely girl here sleeps
Upon the dusty floor she lays...
A mental illness
should not be a death sentence...
I writing this from heaven
Living a better life...
I have accepted you,
not as an inglorious extension...
The wave approaches,
silently...
~*~*~*~ Always ~*~*~*~
Tears stream from a child's cheek...
I cant stand this anymore
the pain I'm feeling...
As we sit on them swings,
He looks into my deep green sad eyes...