By the shallow creek

Broken heart
Torn apart,
Tears fall from such smooth cheeks
Sitting by herself down by the shallow creek.
The only sound is her shallow heart beating.
Sick of being abused and all the mistreating.
She thinks to her self, home is place called hell.
Visions of the glass breaking as she stands there anticipated.
He yells, she cries. Slowly inside she gradually dies.





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