I am Abused.

I am Abused. I wonder what i have done wrong. I hear the slaps and hits of skin against skin. I see them coming to my room. I want them to walk on by. I am Abused. I pretend nothing is wrong. I feel the bruises and broken bones. I touch the sores all over. I worry the next time i will die. I cry at night in the corner. I am Abused. I understand that someday i may be saved. I say that im ok. I dream of being some where safe. I hope that i will be ok. I am Abused.


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