Tears shimmer as they roll down my cheek.
I used to feel unique.
I look at myself and see someone else.
My body doesn't feel like mine no more,
You took it, used it, made it your own, am I a whore?
I feel guilt and shame,
all because I came.
When I close my eyes I still feel your touch,
Your hands gliding down my boobs ending at my ass,
no mercy, heart made of glass.
Feeling comfortable with my body once seemed so easy,
that chanced all because you were so damn greedy.
All you cared for where your needs,
I want to make you pay for your deeds
I wish I could make you see the damage you've done,
How will I ever move on?
One burning question there will always be,
Why me?
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Poetic Poems by Me
PoetryBasically a bundle of my Poems. Most of them are about pretty relatable stuff I feel/ go through. Though some of these are fictional Enjoy :) TW: I don't know for sure but maybe some topics can be triggering so be prepared
