A poem dedicated to Katelyn and her abuse problem...

After hearing about the kind of abuse Katelyn goes through I decided to write a poem for her. I just want to let her know that, as an online friend, I am willing to be helpful and supportive of her. Good luck, and I hope you are able to come to a good resolution soon.

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Cold and alone
I lie on this floor,
Nearly begging for death,
Crying out for no more.

The pain is so bad,
Bruises growing and growing,
It’s so difficult
To keep them from showing.

All this hurt inside
And for what?
His own pleasure,
His personal smut.

Oh, father, why?
I am your child.
Why treat me this way
And not tender and mild?

What did I do wrong?
Nothing, I know.
But nothing can stop it;
This pain’s gonna show.

In my spare time
I pick up a pen,
Grab some paper
And write about then.

There’s nothing I can do
To get away from this hell.
I’m at his beck and call
By the sound of a bell.

I wish I could tell
Someone of this misery;
A best friend, a real lover,

About the abuse in my history.