I know a girl
whose scars run deep
Her eyes will show
Every tragedy they've seen
For a few she gave
a piece of herself
Who left and made
Her world a grave
A few despised
her happiness
And tied her strings
to helplessness
One who was supposed
To be her hero
Became the villain
Before she could count to ten
Thrashed and used
She still chose to trust
But some people loved
their anger first
She hopelessly wanders
After her safe sanctuary
Did her dirty
Home didn't feel
Like how a home should
And some people did
Everything they could
To make her choke,
Suffocate underwater
They seemed to
have forgotten
that she is her
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Way of my soul || Poetry
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