![]() Save meA Poem by Soul Fire![]() This poem is about abuse. There is some mature contact, that some people may not be able to handle.![]() A girl with a million hidden scars, Living In a world of large breasted women and fancy cars. She lives in the darkness, Accompanied by shadows. Hidden away in the cracks on the floor, She doesn’t know if she can take it anymore. The scars on her wrists, Don’t explain the ones within her soul. Her life has a major twist. The scars on her body, The blood from her veins. The hopelessness inside her, The emptiness and pain, Is all because of one man. Who raised another, And the ones who raised them too. Taught to use, Taught to abuse, Taught to hurt, And misuse. Women. Unfortunately, She was abused. Not once, Not twice. That would be morbidly nice. But the uncountable times… The lies. Once, They had her tied. The twisted sons of that man. hurt her like no one can. The objects they entered inside her, The things they did to hide her. Where they went? Her place Their place His mothers room. The girl they abused, They left in gloom. Her innocence, Was certainly doomed. Worst of all, She knew these men, A lifetime of knowing them. People she trusted, People she knew. People she lived with. Shared memories with. People she loved, And she thought they loved her too. They said so at least. She always asked… ‘’What to do?’’ The oceans of tears raced down her face, The shock left her out of place. Her innocence was M.I.A Wherever they went they never stayed. The sadist thing about this poem, Is that things like this happen, Even in your own home. So stop this abuse, The misuse, And the overdose of pain. Stop abuse, Before another childhood is lost in vein.
© 2012 Soul FireAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthor![]() Soul FireLittle Dreams, Dreamland, CanadaAboutHello, I'm Raya. I love music,writing and singing.I'm always writing or creating something.I really enjoy singing and writing my own music.I write stories,poems and books.I have a large variety of.. more..Writing
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