On the floor of my bedroom,
Explaining
Crying
Apologizing
Making her hold me just so my heart wouldn't break hers.
I couldn't look her in the eyes,
I didn't want to see it in her eyes.
My body felt as if it were being exorcised,
The demon
The innocence I wasn't allowed to have.
I purged the secret I held inside for so long
Of how a child was hurt
By a pair of hands,
Attached to a man,
Who called himself a friend,
How a child
Came to learn about
Adult themes,
First hand.
How her little girl
Had to pretend she was all grown up
The hardest part
Was seeing the look on
My Mum's face,
When she knew there was nothing she could do.
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Words: Seen and Unsaid
PoetrySometimes the only way I can describe how i'm feeling is by writing it down, sometimes I just think of cool shit to write, sometimes I write about how I want to feel
