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.
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PoetryPoetry and short stories I've written about the suicidal, bullying and self harm. No graphic content. Co-written with casually_crazy. TRIGGER WARNING