Dear Anonymous,
You have no idea what you put me through
Every bruise
Every cut
Was because of you
Now I'm lying on the ground
not making a sound
Everything that comes out
Of my mouth
Is pure silence
Not thinking of where my innocents went
I'm sick
I'm tired
Of all this bullshit
I give up
I quit
You can keep all your precious memories
You can have all my faded smiles
But one day you'll die
Pedophile!
YOU ARE READING
The Past Is In The Past
PoesíaLet your troubles die in the past, so they dont come back and haunt you.