*slight SA*
You were supposed to
Love me,
Sacrifice for me,
Protect me,
But you were the first person to
Hurt me.
You watched as I learned
I am worth nothing,
I don't matter,
My body is not mine.
You let this happen
Knowing that you
Were supposed to
Love me,
Sacrifice for me,
Protect me.
YOU ARE READING
𝒴ℴ𝓊'𝓇ℯ ℴ𝓃 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 ℴ𝓌𝓃 𝓀𝒾𝒹 － 𝒶 𝒷ℴℴ𝓀 ℴ𝒻 𝓅ℴℯ𝓂𝓈
Poesia𝒶 𝒸ℴ𝓁𝓁ℯ𝒸𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃 ℴ𝒻 𝒽ℯ𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒻ℯ𝓁𝓉 𝓅ℴℯ𝓂𝓈 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽ℯ ℴ𝓁𝒹ℯ𝓇 𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉ℯ𝓇𝓈， 𝓂𝒾𝓇𝓇ℴ𝓇𝒷𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓈， 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁𝒾ℯ𝓈 ℯ𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂ℴ𝓂𝓂𝓎 𝒾𝓈𝓈𝓊ℯ𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉ℴ 𝒷ℯ 𝓊𝓃𝒹ℯ𝓇𝓈𝓉ℴℴ𝒹．
