The Abused
The abused we know so well it comes. from the ones that love us the most. They took are
love and ripped it apart, with there abuse they put us through without a care. It made us live
a lie and never see the happiness that’s inside, our soul. We missed trusted God and all we
could feel a blood thirsty hate, for everyone even our self, we had no trust in. All we did
seem to do us wrong and gets us abused, and our hearts broke inside. No one can see are
pain, but the other that’s been abused we have a war inside our souls. That we try to win but
the abused just seem to much. We hide like a child that’s ran away from home. The parents
want to know why, but they can’t remember the abuse all they want to know is why. The
abused hide the truth inside and keeps the secrets holding them deep inside. They can
sometimes sleep at night with out the dreams of horror in there mind. The abused they often
wonder why.
Copyright © Angelia Dawson | Year Posted 2008
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