Rising from this Hell

 

Rising from this hell

Who’d want to see their past

Yet my scars are all there to tell

 

Who could have guessed where I would dwell

They presumed I lived the life, but I was miscast.

Rising from this hell

 

Thinking of a past where things were all well

Who would have thought of how much life was really harassed

Yet my scars are all there to tell

 

Life had coerced me to hear the knell

Should have i only known that you were the one to cause this “downcast”

Rising from this hell

 

Behind the walls, your unfaltering smile would dispel

That lovely facade you unmask

Yet mine is all but there to tell

 

Who had dared to touch our dear belle

My death had them aghast

Rising from this hell

My scars are all there to tell

 

 

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alexarazo55

This poem was created for my class to be aware of the abuse inside homes.

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