you hide in the closet
you hide underneath the bed
trying to get away
from all those evil men
they hurt you
they beat you
with out a single care
you begg for them to stop
but they just don't care
the angels from above
heard your sad little prayer
they came down below
to watch you cry in sorrow
in the morning
you are gone
up to a place
filled with love
your parents
found you
dead on the bed
a little girl
who lost her way
has found love
instead of hate
by: cris son.
age: 15
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