He was my family
But he took my vanity
His hands touched every inch of skin on my body
It was like i was his own hobby
Now i fear any mans touch
Expesially when there eyes are filled with lust
He broke me
But little did i see
Just how empty that this could make me
So my fellow cousin
Did you enjoy me screaming out in pain?
Because your making me go insain
I cant surrender to this pain
Because then i will feel so damn lame
You took something away from me but not comeptly
But enough for a dent to be left on my present
YOU ARE READING
The Never Ending Battle
PoetryThis is yet again another one of my books filled with poems. On love and abuse and pain and things like that. It is a trigger for emotion so read at your own risk. Okay? okay.
