Today was the first day I was ever slapped.
I don't know what I was doing wrong.
I must of been doing something wrong.
What did I do?
Was it really that bad?
Today was the first day I was ever slapped.
Did I say something wrong?
I must have said something wrong.
Why me?
Today my cheek was left a different shade of red not the one were you've been running for too long.
It was so sudden , I was standing talking.
I didn't move, I didn't say anything or yell. I stood there no shaking just pure astonishment.
Today was the first time I was ever slapped.
Today was the first day I realized how easy I was to just hit and I would never say anything to you I would just take it.
But why?
~E.M.C
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Hurt Beyond Repair.
PoetryHurt and frightened and no where to turn except for my journal. Curse words being streamed at me and you would have thought I had a father for a sailor. ~E.M.C Many poems focusing on the subject of Mental Illness, that many suffer with and the su...
