I never told anyone about the things he did to me,
Not a sould knee what I had to see,
The things that made me want to tear out of my body and break free.
Until she came along and gave me this feeling of trust,
No rage, no annoyance, no lust.
She listened as I poured my heart out,
It's like she listened to all my cries and shouts,
And washed away my doubts.
10th april 2022
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"Hate And Shame" -Poems of a mentally ill person-
Poetry"All of the words left unsaid, The messages left unsent, The letters burned and ashes buried six feet deep, for I could never tell a soul what I really feel." All of these poems are mine, please do NOT edit, re-publish or re-upload them without my p...
