An ode to the abused.
The ones that are broken.
Beaten with hate.
The bruised.
An ode to the abused.
The neglected.
The hated.
The constantly used.
An ode to the abused.
Where silence is their only friend.
The end is ever so near.
Their live will bend,
But not break.
An ode to the abused.
The ones with little hope.
They have no concept of love,
So they interlope.
An ode to the abused.
The broken, beaten, and bruised.
The ones with hope because they heard this poem.
An ode to the abused.
The life they lived will forever change.
People have fought their silence.
Now we turn the page to help them carry on.