Christeen Douglass - BLACK

She used to be so pretty.
No bruises, no scars, no pain.
Looks at herself for only help,
not to see herself again.
Sits, stares and waits to see
See it just appear
Little signs of life that's left
or maybe no more fear.
Would she even know it
If it was even there,
never understands why
they pretend to care.
Still she looks for answers.
A body's voice that knows...
such a pretty girl she was
before her warm blood froze.
Accepting it's the only road
she wont be driving down
no one knows how much she cries
when your not around.

Christeen Douglass

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