This picture was taken to show incest and domestic violence.
And there is a poem that we had written:
Behind our smiles,
lies the pain in our eyes.
Together we dine
ignoring the sorrow that was mine.
Every time I struggle to run
but before it begins, all is said and done.
*scream
And so it was over for the day
I weep I cry
she comes to me and she sighs
She thought of it more than once,
but she knew she would never get a chance
The only hope she tried to seek
turned her back being too weak
She pretended not to know,
desperate to keep up the show.
They both were the same
but he had a different game.
Why did he do it? Who was to blame?
And I keep wondering why I live in shame.
And I wish the screams were just a bad dream.
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