The blue walls haunt me
While my purple bed taunts me
If only I could of seen
What was bound to happen to me
With puzzles on the wall
And coloring pages I had drawn
A kid was all I was
With him he broke the laws
He forced me to be silent
While he did things in private
My innocence was stolen
A father he will never be
Except maybe in his dreams
The daughter he had lost
But at what cost
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Poems From a Broken Soul
PoetryAll these poems represent major events that have happened in my life. They have been my biggest coping skills for dealing with my trauma.
