Your hands grabbed me like I was some kind of object like I was some kind off possession to be grabbed and taken like that.
Your eyes staring straight at me not like I'm the most beautiful person you've ever seen but like I'm some sort of object that can only be yours I'm not a person.
I'm not a person to you I'm just an object.
I'm not an object, I am a person.
I am a person who is very fragile like an object so, please don't grab me like that for I am a very fragile person.
~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...
