Abused little sisters.

read the poem

To run.
To walk.
To breath.
To fly.
All things id like to do before I die.

I am kept captive and abused,
in my situation I am all confused.
Save me,
Release me.
I'm Innocent to you.

..Are you abused to?
If we die.. they will pay,
I promise they will miss us one day.
They are bloody handed,
on their soul our death is branded.

..Insanity is my freedom..
....Imagination is my kingdom....