You changed
It was my fault
Everyday you did something
Or you would say something
Something that would hurt me
I was getting punished
But for what
It was my fault
Everyday was another thing
Everyday I would cry myself to sleep
While you slept fine in the other room
That day playing over and over again
Your hands on my throat ingraved into my skin
It was my fault
You told me to kill myself
But why
I thought you loved me
It was my fault
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Lost and Found
PoetryA collection of poems talking about sexual assult, death, mental heath and so so much more. These are all my stories from my eyes while going through events. Not all are in order but in the order that I thought would be best for me. Writting and rel...
