Tattered
Ripped, tattered and torn
A new addiction born
replacing the hope you stole from me
why didn't you just let me be?
Breaking me over a thousand times
leaving me left with my rhymes
poems so dark and cold
yet leaving your secrets left untold.
What I'd do to leave this place
and the fear of that face
a girl who couldn't say
anything to make you pay.
I had to grow up so fast
living nightmares of the past
just a child suffering
and you walked away with nothing.
I was a little girl with no place to hide
then my smile slowly died.
Copyright © Brandi Wayland | Year Posted 2015
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