Each scar on my wrist has a name, but to keep it secret I’ll list them as letters to avoid giving them the fame:
Q- Quivering lips didn’t keep you from taking my innocence. The horrible sound of my legs clenched and pants unzipped.
D- Depression ruled your life and slowly taught mine the only way to feel is to feel nothing more than unreal.
Z- Zombified eyes made me realize you only wanted what was between my thighs. Objectified and used, it didn’t matter to you.
R- Robbed my heart of just about everything. Unfaithfulness and lack of loyalty led to my mistrusting.
A- Aggression isn’t a sign of affection. To pretend is a hard act but to defend is even harder.
These are the five people that led me to scar, and if they read this, they would know exactly who they are.
Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 9:11 AM UTC
Each scar on my wrist has a name, but to keep it secret I’ll list them as letters to avoid giving them the fame:
Q- Quivering lips didn’t keep you from taking my innocence. The horrible sound of my legs clenched and pants unzipped.
D- Depression ruled your life and slowly taught mine the only way to feel is to feel nothing more than unreal.
Z- Zombified eyes made me realize you only wanted what was between my thighs. Objectified and used, it didn’t matter to you.
R- Robbed my heart of just about everything. Unfaithfulness and lack of loyalty led to my mistrusting.
A- Aggression isn’t a sign of affection. To pretend is a hard act but to defend is even harder.
These are the five people that led me to scar, and if they read this, they would know exactly who they are.
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