I never asked for toys
I wished you will gift me someday
I never told you my favorite foods
I thought someday u will ask
I never cried for you to tuck me in bed
I knew one day you will
I never begged you to teach me to read
I wished you will know
I never asked to let me out of this house
I thought u wanted to protect me from evil
I never told you to stop whipping me
I thought i did something wrong
I never cried for you to tend my scars
I wished one day you will
I never asked you why mom left me
I thought its my fault
After all these years
I don't need that answers
But i have one question
y did you touch me
And why do you let others touch me
Am i not you flesh and blood???
Am i not human enough for leting me live.
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The Cries Of Broken People
PoetryPeopl who seek for help through their anger through their loneliness Through their looks Through their words I am speaking for them I am trying to understand them Poems of their cries for help...
