Unloved Poem by Chealsea Regis

Unloved

Rating: 4.3


She sits on the floor
And plays with her hair
You tore her apart
And she knows you don't care

She doesn't dare talk
When you are around
She'll only get laughed at
No murmer no sound

She's curled in a ball
When the alcohol hits
Worried to move
Worried to flinch

The comforting snore
When your falling asleep
Its her only escape
Its then that she weeps

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Valerie Dohren 09 August 2013

A very poignant write - well done Chelsea.

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