It's 1947
When people started screaming,
When kids started to be cruel,
When dogs started to be aggressive.
It is 1947,
When it stroked!
It's 1947
When they screamed at me,
When they abused me,
When they raped me,
When they cut me,
When they hurt me.
1947, a year I can't forget,
A year I can't go away from,
A year when I screamed on silence,
A year of scares and moans,
A year of suicide.
It isn't 1974
It's just me.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
De TodoThis poems are somethings unimaginable for me, they're the deepest feelings I ever had. Please, read them and understand me as I kept crashing myself with them. I just someone there for me by my side.
