She hides the bruises once again
By putting on long sleeves...
Loving you is a waste of my time
and a waste of a descent heart...
Looking into his eyes
all she hears is his yelling voice...
It hurts that you don't talk to me and always look...
I don't know what I did to make things be this...
**First poem I've written in a while, so it may be...
Protecting Myself From You...
*This poem is about the views of two different...
Dear Diary...
Age of six
He loved her so...