The moon-lit window,
the lamp on the floor.
Shouting in the house,
coupled by slamming doors.
He's drunk and blind,
she screams for him to stop.
A slap across the face,
living shame and disgrace.
This is the norm,
the life behind lies.
The daughter is helpless,
hiding tears that she cries.
But the outside is shinning,
and the end will come soon.
Sliding razors across my wrist,
in my empty, moon-lit room.
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this is terribly sad but deeply moving also. I love it
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this is beautiful, and i don't know how you made it beautiful.. since it's about something horrid. just wow. the flow was outstanding, and the words were like sissors to my heart. very well done, you have true talent.
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winged its soo sad...i really like it...amaza-zing
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aww... this poem is so sad~ very good imagery babe, and great storyline... short but to the point.
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pretty good poem... i liked it... it was emotional... well written... phraising is good... just a good poem ... keep it up and cant wait to read more.... if you need to talk about anything... i can help
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