Abuse #1

KR


The day that I touched the soda.

That was the day that my voice was siphoned and given away to him to stomp on and crush. I hid in the bathroom with my friend yelling for me to run but where? where? There is nowhere to run, he is here and he knows I have my phone and he will be angry, he will be angry and I will say I love you i love you i love you i love you im sorry im sorry im sorry im sorry.

“He is with you now? You need to leave”
I can’t.

  • Author: KR (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 6th, 2018 22:57
  • Comment from author about the poem: This is a personal event.
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 20
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  • Shadowbox15

    😱
    Wow. Chivalry’s not only dead, it’s being mocked and tortured in the grave!
    These stories break my heart.



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