Squeezing myself tight,
Using all of my might,
Sitting in the corner,
In the middle of the night,
I'm not alone,
Hearing a deep tone,
"I'm gonna hurt you,"
Seeing something be thrown,
Screaming in my head,
Wanting to hide underneath my bed,
But this "thing" is in front me,
Saying "I'm gonna make you dead."
August 29th, 2016
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If It Wasn't For You
PoetryYou never know what you will come across in life, rather if it'll be your future husband or wife. I've developed an entire new view, if it wasn't for you. You'll travel my journey line by line. Come along for the ride. Live in someone else's shoes f...
