Shouldn’t hurt to be a kid
Why have to pay for the things he did
Shattered is only part of it
Separated and torn, not fit
Despised for an act they are not guilty for
Never able to forget what happened behind that door
In secret, they fight the pain
In secret, she slowly turned insane
Why no one believed
Because to believe her they had to had seen
They don’t know what it took to tell
She was a prisoner, in her silent hell
Though more a prisoner to others disbelief
One day, just one day, she hopes for relief.
MwsR
You are very welcome
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Thank you for reading it.
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Powerful poem
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