I was just his trophy that he showed off to his friends
He told me 'dont say a word in front of them'
While he was out partying I stayed home and looked
But he didn't even eat the food i spent hours to cook..
When he would come home he was usually drunk
I could smell the stench of alcohol from all the way across the room
Is eyes were lifeless and his hands were wet
Thats how I learned not to trust men...
JUST BEFORE EVERYONE SAYS THIS IS FEMINIST ITS NOT,IM NOT FEMINIST I JUST WANNA PUT THIS OUT THERE TO BUTTHURT READERS
YOU ARE READING
'Im fine' /depression stories/
PoetryLife is hard huh.... You never saw this coming did you...you deserve it...thats why you put on that fake smile
