Easy WayA Poem by Blossomabout abuse and how it affects the victim
The sky so blue
as the clouds wander by each make a shape of this world I just left the dullness of my eyes I watch as people gather wondering why... I won't get up They can't see my wounds the scars that I bear Suicide was easy it was the bruises that hurt the anger of others is marked on my skin just like tattoos they have a story to tell I wasn't a bad girl I did what I could everything went wrong So, I chose the easy way out the sky now purple, red, and yellow I'm in my happy place as they lower me in my new home © 2010 BlossomAuthor's Note
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