A gaping black hole swallowed me whole,
I had lost control.
I was all bloody,
She thought she was funny,
But this anger lingered in my soul,
It left a giant nagging whole.
I was tired of begging "stop please!,"
Mocked by her disgusting disease.
I was numb afterwards with guilt,
No tears were then spilt.
Cleaning up the mess,
I was in distress,
Crippling depressed nonetheless.
YOU ARE READING
Vᥱrsᥱs
PoetryBeing a writer, my brain is filled with glorious ideas. I want to give my words life- and these are mine.
