Abused

You don't know what I feel inside sercets I try to hide tears that comes from my eyes a rise of a hand bruises from a man blood that tickles down my skinI now realize that I can't win the fist is strong the face is weak I shed tears at night hoping it would put me to sleep,but now I dream,but its still the same thing,and I still feel the same pain I wish I could stand tall like a tree even in my dreams I am not free a little girl I have I hope she would not be like me the heart is cold my weaken soul.