As he touches me,
Fear rings threw my body.
Disgust bubbles in my throat.
Tears fill my eyes.
His Touches,
they hurt.
His Touches
aren't the same.
Please save me.
Save me from,
His Touches.
YOU ARE READING
Poems for the Depressed
PoetryJust sad poems I come up with. *Some are sexual so please beware.*
