Paper and Pen

July 28, 2013

No one listened, no one cared

My words meaningless against theirs

So young yet so lost

I was supposed to be ignorant to the pain of this world

My only friend who truly knew

How completely broken I really was

Was a piece of paper and pen

And the words I strung together with them

The words of an abused girl who had no rights

Who had no say

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