What the fuck.
Savior,
No.
Not so much,
Voice change,
Simple pain.
Abuse.
Clear and plain.
Consent?
Or silence?
Are they the same?
You only had one,
Should I point the blame.
I didn't love you,
You just felt like home,
But my home was never safe,
Home was never home.
I am not ok.
YOU ARE READING
Poems from the dark
PoetryTrigger warning. To be polite. These are poems I've written. In all honesty not the good ones. Or maybe they are. But they're not my print published ones. I'm not that brave. :)
