Warning!!!! This Poem Is Very Specific And What Some Could Call Graphic
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Suicide, Human Trafficking, Rape And Sexual Harassment Please Do Not Read This
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It hurts
It hurts so much.
I never thought
I could have this much blood.
There's
So much red.
In my hands,
Between my thighs.
I never liked
The color red.
He wore it all the time.
Gave me roses.
Those red
Dying roses.
Just like those poor flowers
He picked me out
Bought me
Through the hands of some stranger.
Then watched
As I wither
In his rough hands.
The same hands
That once held onto me
With kindness.
Corressing my waist
And holding me close.
Now all I can feel
Is fear.
All I can see
Is that smirk
Blood
Splattering.
The pain is unbearable.
I'm not sure
How much of this I can take.
My hair will soon fall out
If he keeps dragging me by it.
My legs will soon never health
If he keeps breaking them.
Maybe
If I just sneak away
To his kitchen.
Maybe then
I'll have the best gift of all.
He wouldn't hurt me anymore.
His groping hands
Would never touch me again.
Maybe it's fun
To play with knives.
Maybe it's fun
To die.
April 18, 2020
((Sort of like a redemption for the last post before this one))
((Felt that poem wasn't good so here ya go^^))
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