| Brittney Nunes |
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A Young Girl Only eight years old Wakes up everyday With her broken HEart bleeding cold As each day Passes her by She starts to wonder What did I do and why Is he just angry at me Or is it himself For I am nothing else Is it hopeless to find help I am lost in a world of dreams and sorrow When I go to sleep I wonder if there is a tommorow Why did he choose to take it out on me Im sorry for everything It hurts to wake up each morning Feeling the same pain over again He Leaves me with these bruises Telling my mom lies and excuses Just remember thought These last few words Over these years he has hurt me so I think ill be better off alone In this peaceful world of my own The ANgels will come for me And I am ready to go I guess my life here Was just not worth all the tears For every time he has every hurt me It will come back to haunt him He will not die But when they come for him he will wish he never would of made me cry. For I am the little girl That they call Jesus Child I am blessed And no longer Distressed Copyright 2008 |