Future Set

by Nicole Easton   Sep 1, 2008


The screams, the cries,
I hear them at night.
He hits her, he hurts her,
Yet she never says goodbye.
Doesn't she know we hear what's going on?
Doesn't she realize the tear we shed before we suck it up and become strong?
Our lives are over,
Our Future set.
There is only one way for us,
A controlled, abusive one I bet.

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