yes i'm hurt,
no you don't care,
you were such a flirt,
a real care bear,
like a sweet dessert,
you bought me my favorite sweatshirt,
i thought losing you would be a nightmare,
i was never on alert,
then you put you hand up my skirt,
then one day it came in a blurt,
to my mom, i came out with the dirt,
getting out became my prayer.
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Author:
ZeroAnnJone (
Offline) - Published: October 11th, 2019 07:41
- Comment from author about the poem: this poem is about my biological father. who abused me a long time ago. I am safe now and writing helps me.
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
Well things are better said than kept inside and it’s not a nice thing to have to hide..🌹
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