Young man,
Keep your hands to yourself,
My mother's got a gun on her top shelf,
Waiting to be used,
If she ever sees me bruised,
She won't hesitate to fire,
She'll even slash your tire,
Laying a hand on me is bad enough,
If only you weren't so rough,
I won't speak of the locked doors,
Or our midnight wars,
But Young man,
the bruises don't lie,
They'll speak of your crime.
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Emotional Torture.
PoetryCollection of poems and pieces written about daily struggles and tackling big world problems from the eyes of a teenager. Warning: Some chapters might be triggering. Triggers include: Suicide Eating disorder Self harm
