All My Fault Poem by Kirstie Duekett

It was my own fault there was no help,
I cried out but backed down and silenced my yelp.

So what if I was raped and bashed,
who cares if I had to walk over glasses that were smashed.

Why did CP even get involed,
everything just got worse nothing was ever resolved.

So what if I live in fear,
or if I give up on life and never succeed in a career.

I'm just a broken soul that no one cared about,
I will never live to any amount.

So what I give up now,
as all you use to say I'm a stubborn cow.

I don't care walk all over me again,
I'll come to your house you can just lock me in that den.