Young as iam
So small and weak
hitted and abused
all day long
I cry all night
sockets dry
All I get is nothing but silence
Sitting beneath the dark corner
In pain and regrets
Gone were the days smiling were rocking
Am real at war
with frightening stories of scars all over my body
Enough is enough
No more regrets ,no more pain
This violence will have to stop
@call me de poetess herself
©depoetess
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