My thoughts are here <br />Then roam about <br />I just feel like screaming out <br />Screaming <br />“I want to be heard” <br />But you just scream <br />“Not another word” <br /> <br />These bruises <br />don’t seem to go away <br />They just add more everyday <br /> <br />How does hurting me <br />Satisfies your needs <br />Does it make you feel big and strong <br />When I bleed? <br /> <br />You make me feel helpless <br />But im strong <br />When I speak up <br />Its your time <br />Because I just finished mine<br /><br />Helena Alvarez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/abused-7/
