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When Will It End?

Contributed by apostolicgirl on Saturday, 19th November 2011 @ 12:57:14 PM in AEST
Topic: drugabuse

She Lays awake all night long,
trying to figure out just what she did wrong.
Do they really hate her?
Everythings a blur.
Sometimes she wonders why they hit
She prays they will quit.
People at school see the bruises,
nobody beleives her intresting exuses
she looks around, and tries to find a rock,
someone to trust, someone to shock.
She tells a teacher, nothing is done,
she cries, wishing she had just one gun
finally one day, her refuge comes,
inside her head, she lightly hums
the teacher is ready, awaiting her story
Ms. Carmen looks down, eyes filled with worry
The class comes in ready to learn,
but the teacher is too filled with concern
A kid stares at the poor little girl,
and she turns around with just one swirl
"whats wrong with your face?"
the little girl runs out of the room with disgrace
In the bathroom, she sits to cry
she even wishes that she could die.
Ms. Carmen comes in and takes her hand
together they walk, like a marching band
down the hallway, down the steps
nothing she finds can releive her stress
the story is told, yet again
to a counselor taking notes with a glittery pen.
somehow she knows,
she'll never go home
nobody can harm the poor little girl
suddenly her stomache begins to swirl.
the counselor finally puts down her pen,
Jessica asks her, "will it ever end?"

Copyright © apostolicgirl ... [ 2011-11-19 12:57:14]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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