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I died that dayWhen I was seven

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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 eyes

But you saw...you KNEW!

Yet you denied it...
All to save yourself and your princess lifestyle —
While protecting the wrong person...
Protecting a pedophile

You sold your soul that day,
As well as mine —
To the worst of the Devils
In our tainted bloodline

As I lie shredded, raw,
Broken and bleeding —
Where you left me bare,
Exposed and pleading

Just wanting someone to believe me...
Believe IN me
Support me
Tell me they cared
That it would be alright
Because they were there

But 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 sins

Amongst this indescribable agony...

Forever having this ache in my heart,
Knowing that you took part

With 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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