comin back here seeing new faces
not a one form the past
abuse is a cycle
once problem is solved
another has just evolved
looking out my window as hope disolves
seeing the bed you sleeped in
the closet you were beat in
sooner or later you need a change
think & rearange
this is for the best
ive been told so
so, I guess?
a place to try to relaxe
but remembering them beating on ur chest.
Wow, I really liked this poem. I don't know what it's actually about most likely, but good job