Since when did the feeling of your hand hitting my face become so familiar?
Since when have despair and helplessness taken over my life?
Since when have I become meek and quiet?
Since when have I hated you?
I never noticed.
I'm sixteen soon, and I've never wanted to move out so bad.
You call me your daughter but I'm scared to call you my parents.
-The girl who cried abuse.
-Mel🖤
YOU ARE READING
Shades of the heart
PoesíaThis is my second poem book. The first one started off with really bad poems but got gradually better, but by then people hated my poems and deleted the book from their library, lol. The first book is called shades of the mind.
