So lost, I'm surrounded.
All I can think about,
Is your unwanted touch.
My head, it's clouded,
These bottles, I've downed em.
All I can think about,
Is your unwanted touch.
Please, I'm begging you to stop,
God give me the strength to push you off.
Hands wrapped around my neck,
I guess this is how my life is gonna end.
Now it's too late,
And now it's gone.
That wasn't yours to take
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Thoughts From A Victim
PoetryA collection of poems from a girl really going through it.