I wasn't lying.
You pulled the wrong words from my mouth,
Just like you pulled the love from my heart,
Stomped on it,
And held it hostage.
Now, you do the same,
And use my hostage words against me.
YOU ARE READING
For Those Who Suffer
PoetryNot your happy poetry book. This book is a collection of poetry for those who suffer. Contains mature topics (like assault). NO TRANSLATIONS. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. *Irregular updates*