She is the girl who does not rush,
she is a ghost,
Floating by anger,
She is unlike most,
With her eyes,
As dark as the night sky,
Her tears roll slowly by,
NObody understands the hell,
She has been born into,
She is silent,
Even as she is beaten to the floor,
She is promised that through abuse,
She is adored,
He hates her,
He loves her,
She's falling apart,
She swares every blow she recieves,
Stops her heart,
Hit again,
Over the head,
She can't take it anymore,
She needs to run away,
Or continue to lay on the floor,
Battered....
Bruised,
She feels so used once more,
Like a fallen angel,
Who has served god well,
Thrown away so time can not tell,
She has been through hell, |
Submission Name: "She has been through hell".
