When i was a little girl,
I would sit outside next to a tree.
The tree was my favorite place, until my dad came home.
He would be mad that i sat outside.
As I got older I stayed outside more,
My dad got angrier everyday.
He would always say
"Stupid bitch, you think someone is going to come and save you? You dont deserve that!"
He said that everyday for years,
I started beliving him.
I started telling myself,
"You are being ridiculous, you hink people even know who you are?"
I started staying inside.. and started cutting
The abuse got worse.
My friends started to notice.
I snuck out after my dad fell into a drunken sleep so i could sit by my tree.
A boy started to walk by at night.
We started talking.
We told eachother everything.
My friend told the police what my dad had been doing.
He got arrested.
And I was saved.
I was saved from the torture and the pain.
I moved in with my aunt.
My life started over.
That boy, remember him?
We are a couple.
And my friends are still amazin.
So, guess what dad!
I DID GET SAVED FROM YOUR SORRY ASS!!
~~~~~A/N~~~~~
So, this isnt my story. it's my friends stories mixed all into one.
YOU ARE READING
mah poems =3 annnnnnd QUOTESSSSSS!!!!!
PoetryI don't really know guys... There is a lot of random stuff in this thing you call a book.
