Poem 8

I cry and scream but you still keep the pain coming.  I'm pleads don't work anymore and my voice is gone. My pale skin now is filled with dark bruises and cuts that'll never heal. My eyes they burn from all the tears that came. My throat is dry from the pleads I beg. My heart had breen broken within.My blue eyes that shined bright like the sun have become dull and lifeless. My bones they break from every hit they take. My head it aches from all the pain when I wake. Let me be, let slumber come. I shall not wake to this bad dream

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