Abuse

by Meghan   Jun 5, 2005


When I look into the mirror
This is what I see
A teenage dirtbag standing there
Looking back at me
A mess of hair atop her head
And worn out shoes upon her feet
A sad, sad look is in her eyes
As the blood runs down her cheek
She cries for help but no one comes
Her body falls upon the floor
Into a bloody heap
With all the has that is left
She cries and begs “NO MORE!”

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