Red
Anger
Angry
Abuse
Abuser
Never did she expect him to be such a user
A loser
A boozer
She wonders why he never could choose her.
Red
Red
Blood
Bloody
Black and blue after being hit and called ugly.
Dead
Death
No one would listen to what she said
Whilst lying there taking the last breath.
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Author:
Thirdson87 (
Offline) - Published: July 31st, 2017 15:43
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
Oh my word I love this....
Great first write...
I have suffered abuse from
A very young age...
Writing here has helped
If you get time please read
Some of mine on the subject
And let me know what you think.
Well done....!!!!!
Ps. believe it or not my
Nickname when young
Was RED... it's part of my last
Name
This is beautiful,
A truly treasuring first write
Coming from a guy that was abused...in younger years
However, I found comfort in writing music and poetry and trusting in Jesus, I will pray for you
-RebelX
Haha I'm not a sister.. and I haven't been through abuse. I've had many friends abused in everyway.. so I have always had a soft spot and a movement for them.
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