Had my first kiss when I was 7
Didn't think much of it until I was 11
I'm not as inocent as people may think
Mainly cuz my cousins are dinks
And I'm naive
I used to believe
Whatever it doesn't matter
It will never effect me later
I live with this regret
Wishing I could only forget
Wanting to go back in time
To when I was a dime
When I was pure
And didn't need a cure
Now I'm rotten
And forgotten
Pushing away disgust
I must
I can't look at him without hate
It's great
I can't be in the same room
Without feeling doomed
People can't touch me
Without me becoming panicky
Every motion
Has a moment of hesitation
Every time I know there coming
It makes me wish I were going
YOU ARE READING
Depressing poems
PoesieJust some words strung in a pattern to release how I'm feeling and the thoughts that plague my head.
