A poem

My lies...
So far from the truth are they told
In my cries...
Somewhere the truth is held

Feel so beaten bashed on the floor
My twisted black heart breaks more

Pieces so small, they are harder to pick up then one single grain of sand
My heart feels as though it has been raped

Screams in the dark
My life as I knew it, now ripped apart

Crying crying crying and crying more
They'll never see what I abuse behind closed doors...