My blood stained the floor, Daddy flew out the door. Mom just walked slowly away as my life faded away. Bruised beneath the surface marked by his fist, Numb with wounded flesh torn died the day I was born. Alone in the shadows of the sun Satan grabs me, I try to run. Fire burns inside my soul pull the trigger make a hole. Dying slowly, finished with a blow gun loaded, they thought I didn't know. Blood shed now cold, one last cry. Forget their alibi, pain lost as I die. Ashley Komplin
Reason for writing:
I wish more people would reach out a hand to those children who need to feel love and needed. Their is so much pain and not enough support to those who need it. I wish I could help all the people who feel unloved and need to be comforted and safe from harm and pain, a little help can go along way.
When A Hand Reaches Out...It Holds A Heart Forever-Ak
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