She screamed "please please"
But you didn't listen
You only taught about your satisfaction
You didn't care what will happen next
She keeps on pleading with you not take her pride
But yet you still took it
Because she was weak.
Days have passed
You have forgotten
But
She still lying beside her bed hating herself
Wishing she never went out that day
Wishing she was strong enough
Wishing she died before then
Your satisfaction cause her an endless pain
YOU ARE READING
maybe tomorrow
PoesíaThis book is about some mistakes we make and some random things that get into my head
