Her existence was nothing less than traumatic.
Always apprehensive
Always neglected
Alcoholic for a father
Absent mother
Her innocence taken
No one was convicted
Called a liar
Placed in psychiatric treatment
No one took a chance
Beat and abused
Passed by and overlooked
Till she felt like nothing
She took drastic measures
A beautiful baby girl
Now a broken young women
A puddle of blood
A bullet In her head
She found a permanent solution to an ever worsening problem
Now everyone is crying over mere ashes.
A tomb stone
Mark's another lost life.
But where's the justice in that?
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 7:36 PM UTC
Her existence was nothing less than traumatic.
Always apprehensive
Always neglected
Alcoholic for a father
Absent mother
Her innocence taken
No one was convicted
Called a liar
Placed in psychiatric treatment
No one took a chance
Beat and abused
Passed by and overlooked
Till she felt like nothing
She took drastic measures
A beautiful baby girl
Now a broken young women
A puddle of blood
A bullet In her head
She found a permanent solution to an ever worsening problem
Now everyone is crying over mere ashes.
A tomb stone
Mark's another lost life.
But where's the justice in that?
So many people are abused, but overlooked. Society doesn't care till it's to late. Major issues aren't important when it's the lower class suffering, but let a rich person go through something. Then charities are created, support groups, and sheltors..
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