I was five years old,
When the sun went cold,
I swear on everything,
He didn't kill me,
But part of me wishes that he did.
I was eight years old,
When he decided to scold me,
I had just left a single sweater in the kitchen,
I swear on everything,
He didn't kill me,
But part of me wishes that he did.
I was ten years old,
When he decided he would troll me,
He scream and say,
Until my tears gave way,
Then he'd laugh,
And I swear on everything,
He didn't kill me,
But part of me wishes he did.
Hiding in that damn closet,
The clothes stealing away my breath,
And I swear on everything,
He didn't kill me,
But part of me wishes he did.
When I was young,
I saw a monster with glowing red eyes,
And very sharp teeth hiding in that skin suit,
His disguise,
But now I look at him and I see a coward,
A fucking pathetic waste of space looking to bully little kids,
Because he can't set someone who knows better on fire without third degree burns.
I just wish I knew when I was younger,
I wish I knew so time could come crawling back to me,
And I could be stronger..
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Poems at 3am
PoetrySo, I write a lot of poems some (a lot of them) of them may be triggering due to the fact a lot of them talk about my trauma, mental illness,and bad experiences, I'll include trigger warnings dw! Others of them are either reflections, nonbinary rant...
