The detication poem. for the used abused and hurt people

Love is like an ocean the waves pushing you along.

the one you love may hurt you way down in the deep but your love is never ending and a fight is just a fight,

conflict will accure and vilonce doesnt work if anything,
it just makes matters worse.

so just like the beginning its not always our fault. and there isnt any point to just sitting here to sulk.

this poem is deticated to my mother, and all my friends out there who have felt used, abused or hurt at somrpoint in there lives.