So I haven't posted anything in awhile. Like a long while. So I thouhgt I would post one of the new poems I've written. I wrote this on the bus, because I was listening to my iPod and the words cam to me thanks to many of songs. So if your reading this thanks! And just R&R!

~Emily

Her Name is Karen

Her name is Karen and she is twelve

Every night she goes through hell

Clutching Mr. Bear oh so tight,

As her daddy beats her every night

She hopes that one day it will stop

That someone will save her by calling the cops

Her name is Karen and she is twelve

Tonight is her last night of going through hell

Mr. Bear is on the floor

As Karen lays there weak and sore

"Goodbye cruel world" she starts to yell

Because once again this is her last night

Of being in hell.