The story

The story relies in me.

To tell it would be a mystery.

I was raged and up set by his company.

I wanted to scream out for help.

But the silence with in me sounded fret.

I wanted sensitive attention,

But I receive  brute and  dimension.

 I was taunt and bruise.

A set up to loose,

broking and confuse.

My heart used like a tube,

hurting and abuse.

And them I was  accused of being a fool.

As bad as it was, I need support like a glove.

To not drift but hold me tight.

So that I wouldn't be frighten though  the night.

My heart ace and my soul shakes .

The sun set, and now its getting late.

I search for a voice, but I couldn't  reach the source.

I never felt so alone and humility.

I never felt so cold and frail.

when the days seem so bad.

my loneliness set forth a drafty place.

that sang a song of erased  

my joy and passion has been delayed

the inner core of my soul have collaspe

what is now bound is a family who is profound.

nobody knows  the round of a good mound

so will one day will she stop the frown.

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