She did not know her own name.
All she did was,
A bruised soul from their hurt,
A dead heart from them,
Empty eyes for them,
A body swelled from their abuse,
Her lips bleeding,
But all she wants is them,
And all she says is that she will wait forever,
Her tired mind that wants to sleep,
But then she calls herself a strong women.
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 2:30 AM UTC
She did not know her own name.
All she did was,
A bruised soul from their hurt,
A dead heart from them,
Empty eyes for them,
A body swelled from their abuse,
Her lips bleeding,
But all she wants is them,
And all she says is that she will wait forever,
Her tired mind that wants to sleep,
But then she calls herself a strong women.
