• Pain.
    It's what I have to look forward to when I get home.
    I try to tell someone,
    But they don't believe me.
    I have
    Cuts,
    Bruises.
    They scold me when I cry,
    Calling me a liar.
    But then I met my guardian angel.
    He believed me,
    Cared for me.
    Because of him,
    I can get through this.
    My step-father can no longer touch me,
    Hurt me.
    My angel was my salvation,
    And I pray to God that you finds yours.