I still hear your voice
Still feel your hands
I still wish I ran when I had the chance
I wish you weren't dead so I could kill you myself
You coward you thief of my innocent health.
You've made me a monster, a bearer of hate, a fearer of love, a lost child bound to the lies she was fed from you.
I am not weak, i am not useless, you took my childhood for a lust that you wanted.
Mommy and daddy never could know
For you were an angel and I was the serpent
It's my fault you did this my fault for all of it
You were my protecter, my brother my friend
Why would you do this! why'd you give in!
I didn't deserve it
I told you to stop
It wasn't my fault And I'm forgiving myself!
Little girls bruised and little girls cry I want you to know I'm still dying inside!
I'm still fighting for freedom from your darkened soul but I hope you burn in an eternal hell.
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Poetic Moments
PoetryThese are poems about things I am or have gone through, I hope that some of them can inspire other poets or help somebody who needs clarity.