Broken
She runs on blindly, all her life is a blur She's hurt, beaten, that's all that matters to her How bad? She doesn't know what the damage could be Her only thoughts why did he hurt me, beat me, desert me? She's getting tired, she goes to a house for a rest The people there tell her the police can handle it best But they don't understand, they're all nameless faces At the mention the police, she runs and seeks other places Still tired, running, edges of vision going black She feels herself slipping away, unable to come back Broken body and broken heart nothing in life going right She still struggles on aimless, blindly in the night Next day she's found in the streets, by people walking past Those moments of lonely torture having been her last Beaten by a jealous boyfriend, no one there go give aid This is the precious world our wonderful god made....This great existance that we all share... Written November 17th, 2001 © on Nov 16 2001 07:24 PM PST 0 • 1
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"She runs on blindly, all her life is a blur..."