Sep 2018
All your crime piles up with time
But the clocks don't chime for a speaking mime
There's nothing more that I can do
A victim's story can never be true
When the guiltiest confession in all the world
Is never spoken, not a single word
But the clocks don't chime for a speaking mime
There's nothing more that I can do
A victim's story can never be true
When the guiltiest confession in all the world
Is never spoken, not a single word
After noticing my abuser was posting poetry on this site about what he did, I decided to start my own account out of spite. This poem is directed to him, and how he got away with everything he did by saying "No Comment" at the police interview. if you're reading this, I hope you never hurt anyone else like you hurt us again. Lucky you for getting away with it all.
