I died that day
When I was seven...Yet you never heard my silent cries —
You only believed the blatant lies,
As you looked straight into
My dead, green eyesBut you saw...you KNEW!
Yet you denied it...
All to save yourself and your princess lifestyle —
While protecting the wrong person...
Protecting a pedophileYou sold your soul that day,
As well as mine —
To the worst of the Devils
In our tainted bloodlineAs I lie shredded, raw,
Broken and bleeding —
Where you left me bare,
Exposed and pleadingJust wanting someone to believe me...
Believe IN me
Support me
Tell me they cared
That it would be alright
Because they were thereBut they didn't.
They weren't.
They never were.
No...NO ONE.So I've always been on the outside
Looking in —
Paying dearly for other's sinsAmongst this indescribable agony...
Forever having this ache in my heart,
Knowing that you took partWith my scorned mind, always full of distrust,
And a fracture in my soul —
It festers with disgust,
That all of your sorry's could never fix with gold.
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In The Gaslight🔥
PoetryCompleted! ✅ A tantalizing, dark, sinful collection of poetical works, quotes, wisdom, and insanity by J.J. Rothschild. In darkness and light And everything in between... In the gaslight. 🥇1st Place Poetry Winner of The Titan Awards 🥇1st Place Po...