I can smell the liquor in your toung, don't tell me that you're not drunk.
I can see the cuts on your knuckles, don't say you're not in trouble.
I can feel the pain you inflict, don't tell me you're not strict.
I can taste the poison you feed me, don't tell that me you need me.
I can hear the screams of those you've hurt, don't tell me what you're worth!
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No Longer A Victim
PoetryFor a long time I was a victim of abuse from family and friends. And in some ways I still am, but I refuse to dwell on the past and instead look forward to the future. This is a collection of poems or short ramblings that I wrote in my time of darkn...
