Lock And Chain

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The little girl sits all alone.
Staring at her silent phone.
Tears fall, she starts to cry.
And starts to kiss it all goodbye.
Looking at her broken past.
Falling hard, fading fast.
She hates school, hates her life.
Silently cries through her knife.
Abuse and violence, drugs and rape.
Always searching for an escape.
Daddy hates her, mom don’t care.
Daddy pulls her by the hair.
She has marks from when she’s struck.
Mom’s too drunk to give a fuck.
But now it’s over, it’s too late.
Mom and dad have sealed her fate.
The little girl writes a note.
And forces pills down her throat.
Take her home, take her hand.
Pick her up so she may stand.
Take her sorrow, take her pain.
Break her free from lock and chain.
The young boy stares right at the table.
The other kids gave him a stupid label.
The freakish guy who wears all black. T
he freakish guy they all attack.
He tries to block the insults out.
But all the names fill him with doubt.
Grab his wrists, knock him down.
Trash his name all through town.
Beat him up until he bleeds.
Take the notebook he always reads.
He walks home and starts to think.
Too much pain, he starts to drink.
Fuzzy thoughts start to run.
So he goes and grabs a gun.
He grabs a notebook and a pen.
He won’t be hurt ever again.
Cock it once, hear a click.
It’s all over really quick. T
ake him home, take his hand.
Pick him up so he may stand.
Take his sorrow, take his pain.
Break him free from lock and chain.
So now I lay here and start to write.
Losing a battle but still I fight.
What’s the price I must pay,
To make it through another day?
Stand up straight, I can’t fall.
Because then I’ll lose it all.
But inside I slowly break.
I’ll still smile but it’s fake.
Close my eyes and breathe in deep.
Open them again so I don’t sleep.
Bit my lip and play along.
I’ll be weak but I’ll be strong.
Don’t show fear, don’t be afraid.
Hiding behind my masquerade.
Can’t let them see what’s, inside.
Take precaution, make sure to hide.
I need help with this despair.
I’ll send up one last prayer.
Take me home, take my hand.
Pick me up so I may stand.
Take my sorrow, take my pain.
Break me free from lock and chain.

This poem was written/submitted by lisha len.

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