If i told you a story
Would you promise not to frown?
The story of a girl
And the way she was let down
1 bottle, then another to numb the pain.
Something to make her feel more sane
The alcohol a bandaid to cover her wound
An hour later, hovered over the toilet
Puking up all she consumed
He held her hair back
How thankful she thought
Until the room went black
And he began his evil plot
She lay on the floor bare
As he took advantage
Consciousness came and went
A few seconds is all she could manage
As he abused her insides
All she could do was wait
Wait until it ended,
This cruel and harsh fate
When the deed was finally over
And she stumbled into bed
She saw her friend lay there too
A true friend; she was misled
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Misled By A Heart
Poetry⚠️ *Trigger Warning* ⚠-contains self-harm, sexual assault, and abuse. Reader discretion is advised. Do you sit awake at night? Do you feel your heartbreak? Do your words never seem quite right? How much can one person take? Misled By a Heart https:...
