SOMETIMES:
Sometimes I look at myself In the mirror, and think, I'm such a fool.
I'm pointless. I'm worthless.
Sometimes I really wished I would have screamed when he touched me down there.
I wish I would have fought back, kicked and screamed, when he had done what he did.
In the dark. In the closet.
I wish I would have yelled my brothers name who was a soldier, when that guy pulled down his pants.
I wish I would have told someone, when he put his hands around my throat.
I sure as hell, don't find pleasure in the pain.
Sometimes I really wonder.
Why I was out in this earth.
Only to be hurt?
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PoetryA collection of short/long poems I have written through out the years. Some sad/depressing and some happy.