my heart is beating
my brain is talking
I am screaming
as I am walkingeyes low, avoiding people
Thinking when will it stop
Eyes shift, exploiting people
Thinking how will I dropDeath is filling my head
I start to feel a sense of dread
I just wish to lay in bed
And I've only eaten a small bit of breadMy stomach is growling
My face is cowling
I hear the howling
For alone I'm foulingmother is worried
Father is in denial
I have hurried
But my efforts aren't worth whileHe grabs my arms
I struggle with might
I know he will harm
But I can't even fightI cry out in vain
no clue what to do
I feel all the pain
I'm being ripped in twoDon't do what I've done
It's a mistake of four
I'm not the only one
Who's done this beforeFour girls before me
Walked my paths
One man behind a tree
Began the blood bathshe stole a lot from them
My efforts in strife
Their dignity a cracked gem
But now he's taken my life
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Talia's Poetry
PoetrySome poems I write when i feel TW: mentions of sewer slide, m*rd*r, SA, and more so just be weary