lies a porcelain figure
inside shows oneself
broken and disfigured
her cold glass skin
waiting for arms embrace
shows what lies within
her stone cold face
hidden beneath that hollowed smile
longs for a chance
for something worthwhile
A raise in advance
From her darkest days
and through the eyes
shines hopes rays
trying to disguise
the empty, saddened dreams
awaiting to come alive
free the silenced screams
so she's not deprived
from her twisted smle
I met this girl
I know you will like her
She's a special sort of girl
I know she's the one
But I know you will like her
Please don't frown
Please don't hate me
He comes home late, surly and disorderly.
Tears streaking from his eyes because he's so morbidly
Depressed and continues to drink unlawfully.
He notices I'm awake and sits me down forcefully.
He tells me to come close as he whispers to me reassuringly.
Then he thrusts me around the room, beating me unremorsefully.
He said its my fault that mum decided to leave.
He pulls me closer as he venomously adjusts his sleeves.
He said he regrets the day I was ever conceived.
He lifts me up towards the ceiling with supreme ease.
Grasping at my throat making it difficult for me to breathe.
He intensifies his grip whilst gritting his jaundiced coloured teeth.
He loosens his hold and my body slumps to the floor.
I inhale distressingly, not knowing how much more I will have to endure.
He holds his head in his hands and stumbles towards the door.
I crawl to the side cabinet to gaze at our family picture that once he tore.
Thinking to myself could it really be true.
Am I th