Abuse

by My tormented little heart   Dec 28, 2004


Not the slightest idea where she stands
suddenly a change in plans
flipping her world upside down
everyone watches her fall to the ground

never attempting to bring her back
been bruised, bloodied, and beaten black
taking the burden and all of the abuse
Making for him another excuse

trying to protect his pride
hurt now showing on the outside
her skin is a canvas of blood
eyes like a river about to flood

It's useless now to try and save her
Eyes are now hollow...heart is bitter
Lifeless corpse called a human
Severed apart by a few selfish men

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