Abused

November 21, 2017
By Isabella Till BRONZE, Bonita Springs, Florida
Isabella Till BRONZE, Bonita Springs, Florida
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A normal night, inside my average room.
Then, it happens, he begins, it now starts.
The yelling, the screaming, it starts, to soon.
I am abused, and my life falls apart.

Do not move. Don't fight. Don't speak. Just survive
Survive the hits, the throws, the blows, the show.
Curling in a ball, the bruises arrive
but bruises will stay hidden, this I know.

Now, I will always try to go to sleep.
However, I know this cycle will keep.

The author's comments:

I was inspired by all people who have a story to tell, but have no voice to tell it.


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