:*( Premently scared :*(
for life
when you are :*(
a disgrace to
your own race :*(
bruised
used and abused
:*( dead as can be , :*(
:*( :*(
My soul lefted into
:*(
total disbelief cause :*(
grieve pain and misery was my defeat .
this is a good poem. i know how it's like being abused...when i was little my brother would abuse me and he almost killed me one time he was choking me and everything was spinning around my eyesight was blurry i couldn't breathe so good and when my brother let me go i fell to the floor and when i was falling i could barely feel it.