Rain,
dripping down the umbrella.
I don't have one.
But I enjoy the rain.
Sometimes,
I imagine
it can wash away
my pain.
My tears.
My screams.
Everything.
But
I come back
to reality
and see you
standing right in front of me.
I brace myself
for the taunts
the kicks
the punches.
But
instead
you surprise me.
Wrapping your arms around me,
you whisper
into my ear.
"I'm sorry."
I don't believe you.
I never will.
YOU ARE READING
Bleeding
Teen FictionYou punch me. You hit me. You laugh at me. You call me a bitch. You say i'm a slut . You tell everyone i'm fat. You smile when I cry. And yet, I can see it in your face. You don't want to hit me. You don't want to punch me. You don't want to laugh a...
