He had to know what he was doing.
He had to know that it was wrong.
He had to know it would hurt me.
He had to know that he could have killed me.
I sometimes wish he did.
I sometimes cry because of him.
I sometimes am so angry at him.
I sometimes find myself missing him.
All of the little giggles and laughter
All of the times I hugged him dearly
All of the moments of happiness
All of the innocent curiosity
Turned into secrecy no one knew
Turned into hatred burning
Turned into regret wringing with guilt
Turned into shame and fear.
He had to know what he did was wrong.
He has to know I sometimes cry because of him.
He knows that all of my childhood happiness
Was disrupted by his huge cloud of infestation.
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Book of Poems
PoesiaThis is a collection of poems written since 2014 to the present. I have grown in writing. I have wrote about happy innocent things like a frog in Hop!. I have wrote about sinister things like in Sins. There is a mixture of everything, just like me...
