Cold and lifeless, her body lay.
Empty blue eyes open, that's how they will stay.
Questioning the differences, If I wasn't too late.
Still and pale, tear stains on her face.
The bruises still choking her neck, she'll never breathe again.
She won't hear me tell her I love her,
Her last memory was of pain.
Blood smears all over, a girl so smart
He took advantage of such a big heart.
She may not be breathing, but she is still alive.
She will be forever in my heart, and forever in my mind,
And off ran, a younger me.
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PoetryA collection of poems surrounding child abuse; how the traumas can linger, the experience of the traumas itself in multiple perspectives, the psychological ramifications and more. I hope through poetry I can help raise further awareness about child...
