when does my misery end
the cloudy haze
the restless days
days on end of that burning gaze
your hands on my top
i just wanted it to stop
the cold touch of unwanted distraught
when does it all stop
how can he get away free
without care or fear
when I'm here to pick up the pieces
of that part of me he ruined
YOU ARE READING
the ways of coping
Poetrya combination of all my thoughts that might make yours easier to understand.
