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Why
Why? Terrified of all things I sank Drifted coldly to the floor Tears streaming from vacant eyes He had done it again to me Today the same as yesterday Was there no let up, was I wrong This was me and I had failed again Yet just a thought hovered there It was me I cried out to the wall There hanging as if dead, a photo A man hanging on a cross Why did you do that I cried Did you also give up on me That you had to make a scene I heard the lock turn again I felt those creepy things I screamed my hair was pulled Foul words struck my ears Whore, dirty *****, get out here The same each day will it ever end There a grossly grubby sight A stinking beer ridden wreck If only I could think for myself Is there no way out of this torment No screamed back at my night No screamed as I dropped to my knees Why me, Oh why me? I rasped. “Because you are your mother’s child” The silence screamed but in echoes. There before me was me all broken As I drifted away I felt no anger Only a peace descended on my ways.
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