Comments about Stephanie Cage
have a bad mom, i haven't ate in days;
I lied I've had a dixie cup and three crackers
One I saved.
I have a room called a basement, no windows no fresh air
I want to tell someone but my freedoms up the stairs.
My rib cage is showing like a ladder on my skin
I know my mom will feed me, i just don't know when.
Once the door opens my bones begin to shake
I know she's going to hit me so i pretend I'm not awake
I knew she'd hit me anyway and the tears form in my eyes
But I don't wail Im strong plus she hates it when I cry.
I hear her walk up the stairs and thats ...