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What's the use? I'll only be abused. I don't want to go home, so I roam... I don't know if they are back, if I go, I'll be beat blue and black. There's no way out, but I'll try not to pout. I'll smile and wave, even when I'm drained. My clothes hide the bruises and cuts, even if it hurts. I love them, but they hate me. They never wanted me. I wasn't suppose to be born, they always mourn. This life wasn't meant for me, you can take it back from me. Would they ever forgive me, if I decided not to come home? I guess when you think of it, you never cared one bit...
bookworm101 added this comment 2011-07-25 18:49:01-05:00
Thanx
gothgirl added this comment 2011-07-25 18:34:03-05:00
so sad but brilliant poem and love the pics:)
bookworm101 added this comment 2011-07-25 18:49:01-05:00
Thanx
gothgirl added this comment 2011-07-25 18:34:03-05:00
so sad but brilliant poem and love the pics:)