We promised that night.
Not to tell a soul.
Have you told anyone?
I haven't.I can still feel your hands, gliding across my body.
Your voice still 'soothing' me.
I haven't told a soul.You wouldn't listen to my cries,
Telling you to stop.
I wasn't okay with it.
I haven't told a soul.I can never recover from that night.
You make me fear physical attention.
You've made me fear anyone touching me.
I will never tell another soul.
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PoesiSome of these poems will contain •suicide topics •sensitive topics (r4p3, S/A, S/H, and more) •mentions of mental abuse please proceed with caution (the art of the cover isn't mine, I got it from pinterest.)