I can't breathe,
He chokes me,
I was bad,
I looked at another boy,
Without permission.
He owns me,
I know that,
Forever,
Nothing I can to do,
It's the way of life.
I deserve it,
He says so,
I believe too,
He does love me true,
I'm the flawed tool.
My own fault,
Clumsy, lazy,
Sinful and devilish,
With my innocent smile,
I don't control myself.
I should be better,
He says as he slaps me,
So sore, but my fault,
He wants me to scream,
But my throat is swollen.
I must obey him,
My master, my world,
I can be better,
I must try for his sake,
Such a bad little girl.
YOU ARE READING
The End
PoetryPoetry and short stories I've written about the suicidal, bullying and self harm. No graphic content. Co-written with casually_crazy. TRIGGER WARNING
