Violence,
that's the name I call you.
For your violence actions cursed me too.
So sweet I had thought,
blinded enough not to see,
the black ooze
dripping from your skin and hiding
that evil grin.
Trapped I was as the discomfort came.
Now I am scared to hold their hand
in fear they will walk away.
The aggression in your breathing
let me know I was doomed.
I couldn't believe I let you harm
me too.
I may not have bruises to show,
but you mentally injured me so,
the world may not see it
but they will know.
I survived your monsters attack
so now I can let it go.
- Author: Chunkystrawberry (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 2nd, 2017 22:43
- Category: Sad
- Views: 15
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