The tears upon her cheeks Like rivers of blood As she sits in her hospital bed She can feel her life ebb away She can clearly remember the day She gave him something, now forever lost And then she was discarded Thrown in the corner with a smirk She's broken Afterwards, he acts like nothing's changed Till night falls and his tender touch Melts into fists of rage Which he uses to beat her into submission Broken, she's always broken She can feel him, he enjoys it his ecstasy comes from brutality I can see what's written on her grave You don't gives it a thought: "She wasn't a daddy's girl She'll never be prom queen, Because she was raped, beaten Murdered at fourteen."
Reason for writing:
I felt like righting one of those sad poems that makes you think about the brutality of human nature. so I gave it a try.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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