World Gone Dead
Drugs abuse,
being refused,
molested by eight
raised up with hate.
Alone by age twelve
cutting myself.
scorned and mistreated
threatened and beaten.
Life filled with drama,
mind in a trauma,
used by men,
sorrows never end.
Depression that haunts
suicide that taunts.
gun to my head.
world gone dead.
Copyright © Xena Latchman | Year Posted 2012
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