She died
I didn't care many hours agao when I hurd that she would be leaving us..She treated me like trash, she threw me around,beating me til i was unconsciousat times ..
She told me that she never loved me..
she said that she would kill me " for this I over hurd"
She hoped and prayed to her father above onmy disgrace by lookin down at my lil unglorious face ...
She could get paid for killin me, I wondered how and why ? ..
For all those times she tried,
All those moments I cried with in,
All the days that turned into weeks to years of pains,
and now the question is why am i sittin here at her funeral ..
Thanking her heavenly father above that she is dead ...
Now she is gone I have no more worries , no more fears, no more pains that live with in ...
For what will tomorrow bring...
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