looking in the mirror, brusies everywhere
look at what you done to me
dont you feel bad for beating up your own daughter?
shakeing from fear, gasping for air
thinking it was over, you come back again
i look at you like your this ugly monster
i scream, praying to god someone hears me
feeling so weak, feeling so powerless
your finially done so you go to sleep
i know your sleeping peacefuly
as for me i lay awake
knowing tomorrow is another day
another day for me struggling to survive
another day for me praying to God that
ill make it out alive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i love the title. questionably, there was no mention of weeping or tears. great job though. thoughts and feelings have been conveyed.