No one saw how much
she cried that day.
The day he took
her innocence away.
No visible scars,
No bruises, no cuts.
Just untold secrets,
and broken trusts.
Behind closed doors,
she would plead, and cry.
As he took her, used her,
for countless times.
No one knew, she was fighting
a battle alone.
A battle against the monster,
who was from
what she used to call,
her home.
YOU ARE READING
Pieces of Me
PoetryNot your typical book of poems, simply because my mind is a dark and dangerous place. This features just that. Enjoy.
