Unchanging
uncertainty in enough for dout
but when i scream
it lessens the crowd
who listens
as i try to be heard
as these
cuts i make
in another splur
of anger and shame
by my life unchanging
so cold and a girl
who was everyones baby
now is a cruse
she trys to love and it always hurts
for every time she touches a life
they brake her down
with abuse in mind
she's stuck in
a broken life
with a thought of suicide
or a touch of fatal demise
Copyright © Nichole Anderson | Year Posted 2010
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