All i hear is screaming,
All I see is pain.
I can see mother leaving,
Soaking wet from the rain.
Sister is beaming with pleasure,
And Just for good measure.
She started to taunt me,
Her words still haunt me.
She got out her whip,
And put a scar on my lip.
And cut my hip,
As i whepped In pain.
I saw blood tricking from my head,
I then fell to the ground.
They thought I was dead,
My hands were Bouned.
I was far from my home
too bad it was a ghost town
©poe-a-tree
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