Tired of being let down, thrown around, all my life,
Fighting, hurtful words, being abused…all this strife,
Is there no end to this emotional, physical pain?
Is there no end to this horrible torturous game?
Bleeding, screaming, tears running from my eyes
Scratching, biting, to get away from who I despise.
Kicking, hitting, trying my hardest to get away
Will I ever be free from this evil some day?
“God”, I scream, “Please help me! Please! ”
All this abuse, behind closed doors, no one sees.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you need fresh air and you must drink plenty of water..do yoga.. your next poem will be more positive and more cheerful.. poems are about holistic healing the reader and the one who wrote it.. take care lp hr