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Jan 14, 2006
It's dark in here inside of me
Where the light has had to flee
The inner child, she's still here
She's battered and bruised beyond repair

It's cold and clammy way down in here
In the place that used to dream
Now all thats left are heart broken screams
She's battered and briusied beyond repair.

The silence of the smallest one is deafening
She sees and hears no more
Curled up into this tiny ball
She's battered and bruised beyond repair

Here there is no day or night
Here there is no laugh and play
Here there is no fairy tale
She's battered and bruised beyond repair

Only memories best left dead
Only pain and hurt remain
Maybe it's best that she play dead
She's battered and bruised beyone repair

SHe's battered and bruised beyond repair.

I wrote this poem from the stand point of the inner child who suffers most from abuse.  The child that is stunted, never more to grow.  For the little girl inside of me who I never got to know.

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Posted: Jan 14, 2006 10:59am


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