Battered Eyes

October 1, 2010
By , Kingston, PA
Words thrown like hand granades
You chase me down like its a game
Can't we just be happy again?
When I could wear short sleeves and go out with friends
I pray to end this
For someone to hear my cry for help
You act like you own me
Punishing me for when you feel I did wrong
I long for justice
One step closer to healing my emotional scars
Reality is blured through battered eyes
This is all just a game
Another confused lie





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