I am broken.
I was only a girl hiding under my sheets.
Swift as the wind, he blew away my sheets
Took away all my innocence
Leaving me dead inside.
I could still feel the touch of his hands
Crawling inside my pants
Why was I silent?
Even though he was not my man.
Confused and lost,
I walked through the tunnels of pain
Those images of him was still in my brain.
My silent tears were never been heard
My roar inside left to burn out
What had happened is no longer a doubt.
He stole me from my cave,
abused my soul and took my trust,
ditched it in the hole
and left me in the cold.
I am broken now,
torn and ripped in pieces
I fight to repair the damage
But his breath remains in my chest.
YOU ARE READING
~POEMS~
PoetryThis is a book of some poems I've written. Some are about me, some are fiction and some are about something else entirely. Either way, I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy writing them.
