Young Writers Society

The one cries,
No one hears her.
It's no suprise,
They just don't listen...they never do.
On the inside she bleeds.
Her spirit is dead.
She is striving for something...
...something she needs.
She doesn't dare ask.
Her life is a task, not something meant to enjoy.
She wishes she could leave.
Leave and never come back.
Leave the pain and the hurt.
Leave her dad's violent blows,
And her mom's alcohal stained breath.
To bad she knowns of nothing to come.
In just nine months,
She will learn all that she needs to know,
About the two people she will call,
mom and dad...

i don't get the ending. is she pregnant? going to die from abuse?

and i suggest you add more visions of this girl - it's a touching image and should be expanded upon. for what you've got here, though, i must congratulate you.

It's good. You definately have your own style of poetry. The only thing that I think should be improved on is the description. It's important and there's pretty much no good description in there besides, "Alcohol stained (breath).."