Every night, at the end of my bed, I look up at the sky.
One question would run through my head, asking the world, why?
Why can't I be like the others,
Hugging their fathers, kissing their mothers.
Can this type of living ever be right?
Please freedom, show me the light...
When he slams the door and I click the keys,
I simply drop down to my knees,
Do I deserve this? Why can it not stop?
Every day is a brand new shock.
when will I stop waiting for the night?
Please freedom, show me the light...
Any male that comes in sight,
I feel I must get ready to fight.
You've drained out all my trust you know,
spilt a little with every blow.
I'm trying to hold on with all my mite,
Please freedom, show me the light...
When I try to speak out, no words are heard.
This shade of pain is too absurd.
I scream in silence, I whisper aloud,
my heart is becoming a thick black cloud.
Can this type of living ever be right?
Please freedom, just show me the light...
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Invisable Scars- My life...
PoetryThis book of poems is short but filled with such painful emotion that I felt only a year ago. My life was very difficult from when I was only eleven to when I was sixteen. Now I'm 17 and a lot happier. I used to have a little pink book that I kept u...
