All Alone

Where did that young girl go…
I sit at home all alone,
Because I am sick of being thrown,
No one understands,
So we all start to make plans,
To get away from here,
Because I have so much fear,
As he walks in the door,
I fall to the floor,
I have to stay here,
As he grabs his first beer,
3 hours later he comes to my room,
Finds me curled on the floor,
Throws me into the drawer and slams the door...
Now there’s not much more

By Lauren Cooper
Published: 4/29/2007
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