PTSD

Vanz

Sick, twisted

 

Messed up, wicked!

 

Anger increases,

 

Tore me to pieces!

 

Hurting, broke free,

 

But you were supposed to protect me!

 

Vicious, malicious

 

Stole something too precious!

 

You broke my bones,

 

Replaced them with yours!

 

Screamed, begged

 

You wanted much more!

 

Opened my wounds, Forcefully,

 

You left them to bleed!

 

Now I'm barely living...

 

  • Author: Vanz (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 26th, 2020 20:50
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 20
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