Beat
As beautiful as can be,
A person ready to be free,
Teased and jumped everyday,
For nothing she had to pay,
Looking back in that past,
Never knowing how long her future will last,
Lying in her bed,
With a bag of ice on her head,
Another bruise,
Ment another lose,
With no affection,
She was diein' from depression,
The bruises were all she could feel,
And the cuts were all too real,
Feelin' like a beaten' doll,
Looking for a pal,
Pined down while she was beat,
Now instead of white was a red sheet,
At school she was pushed in the mud,
At home she was beaten' until she was covered in blood,
After feeling reckless and tired,
She mad herself retire!
By: Danielle Karnes 4/22/05
Copyright © Danielle Karnes | Year Posted 2006
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