She was the problem, so she was told day after day, so she did her best to stay out of his way. She’d sit there on her bed, waiting for him to come home, She’d hear his heavy boots come through the door, and pray he’d leave her alone. The neighbors heard the screaming, but chose to ignore, they turned up the tv till they heard the noises no more.
Turn out the lights, let her be, all the signs we failed to see, those bruises were more then accidents, a young lost sould with no defense. And we all wondered, but never dared to ask, and now she’s lying on the floor with one last gasping breath, and in the morning the paper will announce her death.
I need some organization help and help pieceing it together and adding on. help please??
2006-11-11
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