#sexualabuse
In the dark of the night he slithered in,
With whispered kisses and borrowed skin.
Soft were the hands that pulled me neer
Love was the mask he chose to wear.
But under the warmth a shadow stirred,
A serpent silent, without a word.
In tall night grass his hunger lay,
Watching the lamb that lost its way.
An untouched body beneath his gaze,
A child still wrapped in innocent days.
He walked my skin like stolen ground,
While somewhere deep my heart would pound.
My innocence broke without a sound,
Like shattered glass upon the ground.
Helpless was I, too small to fight,
A trembling soul inside the night.
His whispers coiled like venoms breath,
Laced with threats that tasted of death.
Speak and your world will fall apart,
So silence buried a bleeding heart.
Used like a toy at his command,
A puppet pulled by a cruel hand.
The years moved on, the wounds grew numb,
Yet shadows linger where dreams should come.
Even now in the quiet night,
In cold sweat I wake from phantom fright.
I ask the dark what I did wrong
Why I was chosen all along.
Why was it me and nobody else?
Was I too gentle, too much myself?
A wounded child beneath that spell,
Still blaming the boy who never could tell.
Mar 15
Mar 15, 2026 at 2:44 AM UTC
It just happened again
I said I should finally
make it stop
I let it happened
Now i look up into the mirror
All I see is how dead I am
My hands are shaking
I then pull out a bottle
To calm my self
Drank it
Numbed up
Calm my nerves
Splash my face with water
Like water to a dying plant
So I walk out the bathroom
I walk as people looking at me
But I go outside cause I need air
I look up to see
faces looking much happier
Alive looking
I sit down where there is a space
I feel sick
I put my hand into my pockets
Holding a packet of ****
Sparking my ligher in my pockets
I start bouncing my legs
Letting my hands dance
The deep crushing pain
I put my hand onto my heart
I grip as it feels like my heart is bleeding
My soul melting cause it kinda feel dead
My eye start to feel like there will cry
I hear someone saying
Nick
NICK
You cool
I look up to someone
Someone I am hiding this to
I mean I hiding to everyone
I say
Yeah
People start asking
you got gum
I give it out cause
I rather be the gum kid
then kid that got *****
My abuser looks at me
I fake myself
I put on different side of me
Then I rush to the toilet
Threw up but there only
sound and action in the air
Nothing came out
I sit there thinking
The way I gave up
My eye wetten
I grip on to air
I grasp for air
As I feel my soul dying
My brain deadly
My heart gone
I feel the floor
Rotting inside my
Body
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 7:51 PM UTC
I feel a strong hand on my breast, fondling it so, so gentle
Another hand on my cheek, stroking it with such tenderness
that it lulls me to sleep
And the hands don't move in my restful state,
They are frozen in the moment
But years pass, and the hands melt
Because now I am awake
Now, my body is hot, burning with fury
So blistering the room is up in flames
Because now I see that the touch was neither gentle nor tender
And that there were a dozen hands.
Dec 24, 2025
Dec 24, 2025 at 9:29 PM UTC
Mystical
Magical
Stub your ankle on pine
Feels like you spiked your spine
Nerves striking your system
Never ever friends with PTSD
Yet brother decides to try to help
Hands latching onto you
It feels familiar
You were on stage
Never public
Had your whole body to sell
Grabbing
Squishing
Hands leeching onto your body
Feeling your privates
You were only nine for God sake!
No matter how many times you kept saying "stop!"
Or "no!"
You felt hands on you
You had no control
Just pure grips
Just pure uncomfortableness
Yet, you'd never think that PTSD would kick in the ***
After four years, did you seriously think you'd not have PTSD?
Loud sounds trigger
Hands linger
All you can feel is you sinking
Heaving breathing
Panicked
You can't breathe
You feel like exploding
You can't breathe
You can't breathe
You're crying like hell
.
.
.
You can't breathe?
Don't you remember
How your family member
Would choke you, nearly making you pass out?
Can't you feel their hands?
How their thumbs limited your airway
How their thumbs made your throat's airway smaller!
Look at you!
You seem so distressed!
I'm not going to be here to listen to you!
No one is!
You're all alone on this problem!
No one would care anyways
Sep 16, 2025
Sep 16, 2025 at 10:58 PM UTC
I watch as you cradle yet another beast
It's tangled fur and muddy face
They would be enough to scare off everyone else
But not you
Oh, not you
You reach out your hand to untangle the strands
To kiss the bared fangs
Because you believe in good
Because it can still be saved
I always wondered how could you be so trusting
To put your palm in the beast's jaw
You'd laugh off my worries
Saying, there's good in every being
You were right
Until you weren't
Oh you sweet fool
All beasts were once pure
But not men
Oh not men
But you didn't know that
Or you did
But you still did what you always have
You still took him in
Offered food, home, love
And that parasite grew
Until even you were not enough to devour
I don't blame you
But you didn't warn anyone
That there's a beast of the worst kind in your house
One that smells like ***** and cheap cigarettes
Oh you didn't
And I've paid for that
That beast tore me apart
When I was only growing
It defiled me
It made me scared
So much we both forgot
One from ***** one from fear
I don't blame you
But you can't save him
Not him
Because you can't save something that doesn't want to be saved
It'll reap your throat out and still ask for more
You can't save a man that ruins you
You can only suffer with him
Until he gets his hands on your niece that's six
Oh how much I wish I didn't stay at your house that night
It was filled with people
But no one noticed
How child's world shatters
And yet
You were never intimidated by any fangs
You always wanted to pet every monster
But you can't save something that kills
What is left pure
Aug 23, 2025
Aug 23, 2025 at 8:45 PM UTC
Warning-This poem contains themes of self harm and suicide.
What will it take for you to finally care?
You never cared to ask how I was doing,
and then when I ended up in the hospital,
you were all over me,
asking questions,
and telling me I was going to be okay.
Will it take my suicide for you to admit you were wrong for what you did to me?
You'll keep lying to our friends
until the day I die.
Then, you'll feel too guilty to keep this lie going,
and you'll cave in.
Will it take me carving deep wounds into my skin for you to say you're sorry?
When you see the cuts
I know you'll ask me if I'm okay because your mom is worried about me.
You know I'm not,
but we're both liars here.
Now I lay here,
in my bed, covered in my own blood,
wondering
what will it take
for you to listen to my problems,
for you to apologize,
for you to care,
for you to realize you were a terrible friend to me.
Aug 19, 2025
Aug 19, 2025 at 2:48 PM UTC
Warning-This poem contains graphic themes of suicide and self harm.
I find comfort in suicide.
When it's all your mind can think of,
it brings you comfort,
since it's just what you're used to.
I find comfort in train tracks.
It's the perfect place to slit my wrists with a razor,
while imagining getting run over by an oncoming train.
I can visualize my guts and blood covering the tracks,
as I walk along and can only hope death comes for me soon.
I find comfort in belts,
such a simple thing that's a problem for me,
because of the twelve times I've tried to hang myself with one.
Now I can't even close my doors.
"Can you keep yourself safe, Avery?"
I find comfort with my hands around my throat.
I gasp for air as I wait for my vision to go back.
My face turns purple.
I find comfort in the things you'd think would scare me.
Suicide brings me the relief that nothing else has given me.
Maybe if you knew what I've gone through,
you'd understand too.
Aug 19, 2025
Aug 19, 2025 at 2:42 PM UTC
She ponders as she lies on the bed of roses,
The thorns biting through her skin,
Pellucid elsewhere, but the stem,
Surrounding her, engulfing memory.
How did she get there? She does not know,
For this is all she feared.
The bear on her chest leaves her to wonder:
the caged giant now takes pity,
Afraid it is of the petite beings,
And afraid it is of the fiery flash it brings.
Distorted creatures, partly seen through the iron rings.
Does the beast ever pray to be elsewhere?
She ponders as the trembling devours her.
The puny-beast is now the prey,
Behind the iron, it is caged.
What is the difference, she wonders, as one twins with the other.
At this breath she figures out the answer that wages war against eachother.
Both the maiden and the beast would choose the bear.
The irony of it—now she is aware.
Rules of mankind she is reminded of:
If a bear scares you, contain it.
If she swirls your lust, cover it.
Yet you cannot sustain—act on it.
As the cotton turns scarlet,
The world now turns aware.
But it’s not the bear she fears.
It is the cold-eyes that judges.
As they still question the lass—
That lies motionless as the wounds tear.
"The bruin earned it!" accuses the chap.
"It is cause of what she wears."
She ponders as the coldness embraces,
She lies as she sheds ruby crystals,
Eyes turning hazy, feeling dazed,
Losing feelings elsewhere,
The only thing shading this pain
is the sorrow-night’s weep ablaze.
As she reaches the gate that awaits.
As two ends near-
Them and you,
These biased questions may ascend:
How old were they? What did she wear?
How did they look like? Was she rare?
But dare a man ask another,
Why did you do this?
Was it ever fair?
Apr 1, 2025
Apr 1, 2025 at 9:04 AM UTC
Thank you for trying to help me cope.
Thank you for trying to offer me hope.
But this wound goes deeper than the soul.
It's the way the world is broken as a whole.
You'll never know the crush to a little girl's heart;
The shock and fear and disgust that starts
When she learns how men will see her,
How they'll fantasize on how to use her.
When she learns her power is minimal
And she's at the mercy of men who are criminals,
That being in this body makes her a target,
And her worth is decided in the beauty market.
Every part of her free game to criticize,
And valued only as she's seen by men's eyes.
So forgive me if I have trouble believing
That the world is better than I am perceiving.
But my life is the proof that what I'm saying is true.
Be thankful you can't understand all I've been through.
Dec 23, 2024
Dec 23, 2024 at 2:57 AM UTC
There I sat throughout the trial,
whilst they sat there in total denial,
sprinkling their seedlings of doubt,
believing the lies he would spout,
throwing out everything I say,
just so they could get their pay,
without a care in the world about who they hurt,
attempting to drag my name through the dirt,
the questions made me so uncomfortable,
with every answer I felt more vulnerable,
objection!
take a look at your reflection,
you're happily defending a man like him,
so that your wallet is a little less slim,
giving no ***** about the future impact,
dismissing it all as lies when really it's a fact,
what would you do if it was your kid?
would you still defend the perpatrtor for a few thousand quid?
despite what I know is extremely true,
at times I find myself questioning it thanks to you,
I was just a child you had no right,
to contribute to the nightmares keeping me up at night,
did you ever see through his lies?
did you ever eventually open your eyes?
deep down did part of you believe me?
but the cheque was something you had to see?
you thought your performance was perfect,
but guess what, it was a unanimous guilty verdict,
and though it was the verdict I wanted,
I'm still reeling at the verision of events that you concocted,
each day in court chipped away pieces of me,
and now it's him who gets to be free,
I'll never forget how you tried to twist my story,
in an attempt to bask in some glory
Nov 21, 2024
Nov 21, 2024 at 5:29 PM UTC
Because of you my life is tainted,
By the hellish landscape that you painted,
Sometimes I wonder how different my life would've been,
If what I encountered had been seen,
But it was behind closed doors,
Leaving me lonely in the moors,
My innocent heart,
It was torn apart,
All the fragments spread,
And I'm at the mercy of the voices in my head,
They so to move on you need to forgive,
But you've left me with trauma I always relive,
Sometimes I wanna **** you and scream "F#ck you!"
And I know my parents do too,
But you're not worth the time I'd have to serve,
So I just hope one day you'll get what you deserve,
Maybe one day I can tear apart the hell you painted,
And leave my life a little less tainted
Aug 12, 2024
Aug 12, 2024 at 7:00 AM UTC
I feel so much pain inside
knowing that you are married
I literally couldn't see
how horrible you were to me
because you would mask it
with fake kindness
and because as a women
I was more trained to see that coming
from a man than from someone who was a close friend to me
you met me at such a vulnerable hard period of my life
I had just moved to a foreign country
I met you at a shabbat meal
we bonded over food
at first when we met
I was so attracted to you
I thought you were so beautiful to me
because in those moments you were .
We would go out drinking and partying
and although you were the religious one
you would party harder than me
I remember how so many times you would
leave me for dead
when we were around strange men
in the bars
and I would beg you to stay
to not leave me
I was so drunk I could barely move
and you didn't care
you only cared about having fun
and not about me
so because of you I experineced
so much violence.
I remember how I cried in those stairwells
begging him to stop
how I felt robotic
how you left me all the time
while promising to come back
how you would treat me like dirt
leave me on red
and make up some excuses for why
you are a shtty human ...
now honestly ,
You never once said I am sorry
until I begged it out of you,
you would talk to my roommates
who bullied me viciously,
became their friends
and even rented that apartment
in that house after I moved out
I saw that you got married
and although I would like to feel happy for you
all I feel for you is so much hate anger
and so much immense pain
I don't know why it took me so long
to see how much of a horrible person you are
a wolf in sheep's clothing
and soon you will move back here
and if I ever do see you again
I would love to spit in your face
and say Fk You!
No more to letting people walk all over me
and do as they please
I don't wanna care about being liked anymore
I'd rather be myself be safe and be around those
who actually see for who I am
instead of using me
for their own jealous gain.
Many times the ones who are the worst
are the ones closest to you
that you can't even see
now I am learning to trust the subtle red flags that I feel
when I meet someone so I don't meet a person like you again.
Aug 16, 2023
Aug 16, 2023 at 6:30 PM UTC
You cannot sleep?
It will come
It's the clock genes
Just come over here
and lie down with me
Close to each other
You are so sweet
It tied knots in me
that are not quite undone yet
I was a saviour, an angel
not yet used
to her body, a child
who does know heaven
but not yet earth
It recurred
Anger grew inside me
Powerless aversion
It recurred
And with others
I lost my wings
A worthless angel
May 27, 2023
May 27, 2023 at 3:31 AM UTC
Uncle touches me,
my ******* well, I will let him --
he's so pathetic.
Jul 12, 2022
Jul 12, 2022 at 2:13 AM UTC
Being silent was best
Ham is strong and he threatened me
with a fatal accident
Then there was a child
Oh, my dear husband
the tireless
naturalist of the fermented juice
of sweet grapes
His old age has been tarnished
by that made-up anecdote
which hid the rapes
under a moment of shamelessness
But the punishment betrays it
anyway, the eternal curse
from the first scream
of the baby, innocent
Canaan, my youngest son
His generations to generation
subjugated and squeezed to death
in the purple lowlands
Jun 19, 2022
Jun 19, 2022 at 3:55 AM UTC
Shed.. my tears of grief,
rested.. with my misfortune --
Forgotten.. myself.
Jun 19, 2022
Jun 19, 2022 at 3:46 AM UTC
𝗧𝗪: 𝗦𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗔𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗲
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.
.
It wasn't until I heard
Someone say, "me too"
That I started to view
That this pain was from you.
And you. And you.
And yes, you too.
But especially... 𝘺𝘰𝘶.
I came fractured and bruised.
The deprecation of my self worth
Started before you.
I'd long since been used
As a punching bag for others'
Emotional wounds.
So, when I met you...
I was a perfect package
Of cracked porcelain
Just pretty enough
To salvage.
Your attention and approval
Became my food.
Like a flower needs the sun
I thought that without you
Shining on me
That I'd be all for none.
Your claws dug deep in my belly,
And mine into yours.
Validating eachother,
In a toxic swirl.
You in the center,
Creating a world,
Where "no" has no weight,
Coming from a young girl.
"You're so pretty" you said.
My skin was like rice paper.
"I love the curls on your head"
My throat was titanium.
"Come sleep in my bed."
My stomach turned sideways.
I had told myself enough times by now,
"This is what you signed up for,
So you'd better allow.
It comes with the territory."
I believed this somehow.
I attached so much of myself to you.
Addicted to the magic,
scattered in with the abuse.
The pleasure in the pain,
Covering up the dark truth.
So well, I couldn't tell
That we were actually living
In some kind of hell,
Being sold to us
As love and friendship,
But it was just a shell
For dead end ********
Sometimes I find I look back
To these times reminiscing,
But then all I can think is,
"𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨?"
Cause now I sit here and wonder,
Why did I have no edge?
I had lost the understanding of what
A "no" feels like in bed.
It took me years to cut you off.
𝗧𝗲𝗻 to be exact.
All this time I've hidden
These dark secrets of the past.
Not even realizing
It was fear
Holding me back.
Not even realizing
That this ****
Fed how I act.
𝗜𝘁 𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝟮 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗹 𝗜 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 "𝗮𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿" 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲.
How brain washed is 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵?
Ever since I dug your
Claws out of my belly,
My wounds began to heal
And i started to see fully,
This relationship with you -
You were nothing but a bully.
𝗔 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗲.
I've liberated myself from you.
And all the guilt and shame.
Understanding now,
Why so long I played your game.
I've taken back my power, and
I've taken back my name.
I'm not a victim of abuse.
I'm a raging, healing flame.
Burning down what you became.
Ashes are easy to blow away.
I rid of you and I'm on my way.
No longer afraid,
Of the monsters in the night.
Because, guess what?
I know what a '𝘆𝗲𝘀' feels like.
Mica Light
Apr 27, 2022
Apr 27, 2022 at 4:56 PM UTC
Her small round face stares back at her
Blinking blue eyes in the bright blue light and
She looks around knowing it’s wrong but not daring to ask why
While chubby pale fingers type in the line
“Chat rooms for kids”
She know that she is not yet old enough to be here
She’s only nine but she checks the box to assure the website that, yes,
She is 18 years old or above and, yes,
She understands that there is adult content present inside of this room and, yes,
Child **** is not permitted beyond this door.
But to a nine year old these letters on the page are meaningless.
She doesn’t know what adult content is or even how to
Pronounce the word *********** precisely.
All she knows is that in a matter of clicks
She will mean something.
She will mean something, and she will have worth.
She will be loved and cared for and praised and called a
Good girl, a
Babygirl, a
Kitten, a
Beautiful
Stunning
Delicious looking darling.
She learns new vocabulary terms but instead of words like
C-C-Contrast or
T-T-Typical or
D-D-Difficult
She begins to ingrain in her brain new and exciting words like
C-C-Cock or
T-T-Tits or
D-D-Dick.
She even learns how to use these fancy adult-y adultery words in a sentence like
“How big is your C-C-Cock?” and
“I don’t have T-T-Tits yet” and
“I want to touch your D-D-Dick”.
And with every letter her tiny hands typed out, more and more men
Flocked to her DMs, ready to give her all the love she could ever need if only
In exchange for a couple of things…
Will you do a dance for me?
Will you say this sentence for me?
Why don’t you take your shirt off for me?
Show me what such a big girl can do with that P-P-Pussy.
And she continues to learn new things such as that
ASL means age, *** location and that anything above 7 inches is
A good and impressive and “wow” thing and that
If she does what these men on the screen ask her to then
She will make them happy, which makes her happy, which means that she has done good.
And she learns that certain ways she moves makes them happier
And certain poses she can do allows them to show her their magic trick.
She doesn’t know how the magic trick works but it doesn’t matter because
When they perform their magic trick they thank her
And praise her and say nice things to her and
That’s all she really wanted.
She found a home in that cream colored background of
Www . chatavenue . com and she knew that even when the world
Was against her sweet, innocent nine year old self that she could
Turn to that blinking cursor and type a few letters and be able to
Feel loved.
And that was all she really wanted.
Sep 5, 2021
Sep 5, 2021 at 6:42 PM UTC
I sit alone most nights
abandoning all emotion
asking myself why did he do this to me...
I ask myself every night
as the darkness engulfs my brain...
As I lie awake at night to prevent the nightmares from taking over
I ask myself so many questions...
Oh Yes my dearest reader
I ask myself so many horrible
Why did his fingers reach for the forbidden honey
located so deep within my soul?
I have thoughts that fill my brain with darkness
Poisoning it
with toxic thoughts...
Destroying it
with the memories……
Why did his fingers reach for the forbidden honey
Located so deep within my soul?
I remember how His tongue was sharp with the words he said
How his words stung like the killer wasp of Africa
I remember everything he said
Each word cutting my soul like a blade
Why did his mouth degrade me so?
I remember the abuse
How his His tongue buried deep inside me
It was like a maggot burrowing into rotting flesh
I remember it all
Why did his mouth degrade me so
Again I lie awake
As I trace the lines on my skin left by his fingers
I remember every touch
Every bruise he left behind
I remember it all
I remember the pain and the stress
I remember the agony of being trapped under his touch
and yet all I could bring myself to say was
Why did he degrade me so?
May 26, 2021
May 26, 2021 at 2:35 PM UTC
I wash your sins
within me
I heal
and nurture
them
not for you,
and one moment
on your long list.
I cleanse
your transgressions for me
and for her,
and our daughters
and their daughters.
In the
undercurrent of my
being,
I bathe my wound
and swim
and search
for a way
forward,
because what is
existence
if not time
pulling
us along?
-
I think
I was born into
this life
a healer.
To feel this shared
pain
and see its shadows
as if light, reflecting
and dancing
against a wall,
creating
constellations
of
heartache.
I see now
my purpose,
to connect with the
heavens unknown
from this
earth
so this wicked
energy may
leave
this
world.
And us.
To nourish each other,
so that we can choose
to transcend
pain
a human existence,
where love
and its triumphs,
and
deepest
darkest
of
pitfalls
coalesce
into this flesh
to
cross both space and time
to make
generations.
This flesh,
that I now wear
proudly,
albeit
timidly
at times.
This paradox,
I want
for her too.
Apr 13, 2021
Apr 13, 2021 at 1:45 PM UTC
I'm sad.
And that's okay.
This heaviness in my heart
is not mine alone,
I carry it for my mother
and my father
and his mother
I carry it for her husband
who quickly became
the demon
sleeping in the
shadows
that then became
a
stain
who's faint edges
still linger.
Deep and bruised
like my heart
after that day
confused and
oh, so green
I was already shedding
my innocence,
but you stole
hers
in one moment.
And for this
she
starves
herself
of nourishment
of unadulterated
joy
her body,
something she feels
shame
about
all because you thought
every
body
was yours
to be played
with.
Mar 19, 2021
Mar 19, 2021 at 8:06 PM UTC
Oh mama I tried my best
Danced across the lawn
Oh mama I was not blessed
Heart sang until dawn
Your protector held me close
Casual conversation with a hand below
From open door she took off her clothes
Trust was broke—buried under snow
Like a sister only she was bruised
Another had tainted the shell
How could she have known
This was just another hell
In youth he was my friend
Held me to his chest
Innocent yet I felt shame
Was this more evil than ******
Oh how I thought I could pretend
Poetry on a doormat
Mama would that make you proud
If I were as tame as a house cat
I grew older and tried even harder
She smiled and I bowed
Oh my stars it was so strange
Lips silent while my soul was loud
Oh mama here am I
More me than I've ever been
Oh mama can you see
(Oh mama can't you see)
I ignite the night like a firefly
Oh mama he broke my heart
Made me happy until I thought I'd break
(Made me happy, made me shake)
Oh mama he turned away
Love twisted like a snake
Oh mama I’m a monument
Chiseled by loss, painted in pain
Oh mama I love you so
I am onyx now—do not lament
Children, she is magic
She smirks with a spark
Children, she is a celestial body
A matriarch
Oh mama I tried my best
Well-taught by you
Oh mama I am blessed
Spell is broken
Truth is spoken
Life awoken
From the ground
Something springs up
Anew
Feb 15, 2021
Feb 15, 2021 at 9:04 PM UTC
Some people say love is the most extravagant feeling in the world
People in bad situations would probably disagree
People domestically abused, and everyone unconcerned
They really hope one day they can just be free
But can they?
No hope, no help, nobody to guide them out
The feelings of, anger, sorrow and, betray
Even when out of these situations there is still doubt
I hope the pain goes away, but that’s something I simply can’t control
You can't rule me like a ******* gaming console
You stole everything from me
My, laughter, love and smile
Things I won't have back for a long while
Feb 9, 2021
Feb 9, 2021 at 1:31 PM UTC