All alone this late, dark evening,
You brought some liquor to my bed,
I played a movie, heart was racing,
But you acted like you were my friend.
Too young to realize, still scared,
I drank all of the pain away,
You couldn't resist, those dirty hands,
Not even as I cried in pain.
Not a single word would leave my lips,
You made me quiet long ago,
All the Terror, all your anger,
Made me a perfect, helpless doll.
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Written by the Wind
PoetryIf things get too terrible to speak them out loud, that's when I start writing.. A compliation of my german and english poems. //Eine Zusammenstellung meiner deutschen und englischen Gedichte. Don't read it if you're easily triggered. These poems am...
