Karina Poem by Rachel Weaver

If we hold you tight and dont let go maybe you'll be alright
If we chain you up and stare you down maybe you wont fight
You see your mother being beaten up right in front of you
You see her trashed
You see her smashed
You dont want that to be you in the mirror
You couldnt be that weak
'Im a sinner' In your mind you repeat
No your not, I try to say
We all make mistakes
But dont believe the girl with the bandages on her arms and legs