August 23, 2009
By , Newark, DE
The tears rush down
my beat red cheeks.

The hurtful, words you said
make me unable to speak.

The now forming bruises
on my arms and legs.

Are the reasons
for my tears.

These things make me
seem unwanted here.

I aly in bed in
the dark of night.

With these tears I cry
until the morning light.

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