Abuse
Trying to forget what she's seen for years
She starts to cry
She's 13 and ready to leave
Without even saying good-bye
Her parents have beat her black and blue
Not saying or telling her why
She looks around the room one last time
And lets out a little sigh
Leaving this time would bot be harder
Since she's done this thing before
She picks up her bag
And walks right out the door
She doesn't know where she's going
She doesn't care
But she knows one thing for sure
She's never coming back
She whispers a soft good-bye
Copyright © Paula Moyer | Year Posted 2008
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