Like broken glass hearts can shatter,
People's feelings always matter,
Tears that stream down her face,
Her soul is in a tortured place,
Nobody hears her pleads for rescue,
Wishing her constant dreams would come true,
But still they walk by as if she's trash,
While they roll around in their stolen cash,
Taking things from others is there daily quest,
Forcing himself on her was the final piece of treasure for his chest,
There she laid still as blood dripped to the floor,
Felt like she was trapped even though there was an open door,
There was no escaping that terrible night,
She would wake up screaming feeling like she's still in his sights,
As time went by in her mind he was still in control,
Flashbacks again and again she was the prize he constantly stole,
Why she asked him why do this to me,
His answer was i like taking things for free,
To him she was a slave that he used in awful ways,
She hoped and wished that she would be free one day,
That time came but in her memories he stayed,
Maybe he will disappear for good someday.
BY A.L.FORDHAM
©amylouise
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