He gave kisses, I receive bruises
He made love, I died inside
He petted my hair like a cat, I received concussions
He heard cries of pleasure, I was crying of pain
He slapped my ass like I was a masochist, i couldn't sit for weeks
He tore me from the inside out
He touched places he shouldn't have
He was like 24 maybe 23, 22, 25? I can't remember I was 6,7,8,maybe 5? It doesn't
Matter
I just wanted it to stop...
"Stop"
"It hurts"
"Please stop"
"Please"
Into incoherent words I couldn't even cry at a point..
I was plowed like a whore by a man while I was just a child.
He didn't even try to make it sweet
He didn't try to say he loved me
Nothing
All my life I wondered what I did?
Like a dog's ghost who was drowned
By its owner..
I was just a kid.
I was just a kid.
He was my mom's boyfriend
He was rough
He hurt me
Made me clean up the mess
Held my hands behind my back has we're
Stood in the corner, he's standing, I'm bending in pain, and he's breaking me before I could even know what was happening.
All of my life I knew he did it but I never actually remembered till now..
No wonder why I'm afraid of men & sex
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Blood Rose || A Collection Of my Poetry: Pt. 2
PoetryA whole bunch of my poems since like 2021 also the reason its considered mature is because most of the poems are very deep and/or triggering yes I did copy and paste the description from rose thorns but changed the year (Quick thingy the series migh...
