These feelings hurt.
More than any other.
Having your drunk dad up your shirt.
Saying you look like your mother.
She left him cause he's a drunk.
I take her place when he's lonely.
Alcohol made his breath stunk.
Wishing I was dead.. IF ONLY.
DO YOU KNOW THE PAIN?
I go to school fearing men!
Afraid they'll use me as a game...
Use me like my father again and again.
My age is eighteen.
My mom left when I was five.
Mouth was taped to muffle my scream.
Still don't know why I'm alive.
Completely numb waist down.
Used me like a toy.
Every night, he's up my gown.
My eyes lost it's joy.
Reliving a horrific memory.
A place where I feel alone.
Painful being an accessory.
Environment not called home.
-Crimson...
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Dark Poetry
PoetryDear reader, This is going to be my poem journal. Genres to love, depression, death and others of sorts on your way. Peace, Love & Genocide... Sincerely, Crimson
