Beaten Poem by Kirsty Richards
Beaten
Weak
Isolated and obsolete
Forgotten, tortured, torn and beat
Nothing left
Emptiness
Blood upon my party dress
Fractured
Fragile
Thought he loved me
Cry a while
Tears burn
Never learn
Come to terms
Heartache
Regret, mistake
Forget...fake
Lies
But new disguise
Sorrowful eyes
Believe the promises
Forgive
Live
New day
Disobey
Resist
Fist
Pain
Weak
Isolated and obsolete......
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