Swarmed by thirsty hands
By cruel words if you can force "no" from between your cracked and dry lips
Screaming out for help when they get too close
When thirsty hands reach for things you never wanted them to touch
Left alone after innocence is stolen
Bit by bit
You crumble away
YOU ARE READING
Little Do You Know
PoesiaSome of my poetry. Most of it sucks, but I'd appreciate it you dropped some votes on the ones you do enjoy. It helps me keep writing. ~Little do you know, the pain in my heart comes from the knife you didn't know you were holding~
