Anita Harris Poet Free verse

My Life

You don't know me, but you soon will.
My life was about pain, anger, and hate.
You see the bruise's where just a game you played.
The broken bones I got where to teach me a lesson. 
The nights grew worse as the chains grew tight.
I could scream, but no one would come to save me.
Life went on day after day.
My body endured so much violence an scars that I was dying inside,
praying for death.
You sneak into the room every chance you get, 
I cant get away. 
I try to fight and scream, but no one ever hears me. 
No one came and no one saved me. 
I lay awake most nights thinking of ways to die.
If you could see the skeletons an the nightmares in this home you would understand my pain.
The bloodstains and horrors this home holds is to much to bare.
My bones show through while black and blue are just a few
of my punishments. 
So this is my hell my horror.  
I will never see the light, or play with friends
this is how my story will end.
The knife I hide beneath my side
You will never hurt me again as I start to die.
The air leaves so slow, darkness begins to fold.
Were the scars are left my life will tell the story of one 
little girl who lived an endured so much horror that 
the blood cry's out from the walls that holds 
the pain and torture of a small soul that was lost
and alone.

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