Thousands of tears
Rush down my face.
Inside my mouth,
Blood is all I taste.
Blow by blow I take
the hits.
Through all of it
Not a sound I make.I bite back
every ounce of pain.
Through hitting me
what does she gain?A thousand tears run
down my face,
but not a single
sound escapes.
CZYTASZ
My story
Krótkie OpowiadaniaThis is a little bit about me, feel free to ask any questions and i might add more later...... not that anyone cares
abuse
Thousands of tears
Rush down my face.
Inside my mouth,
Blood is all I taste.
Blow by blow I take
the hits.
Through all of it
Not a sound I make.I bite back
every ounce of pain.
Through hitting me
what does she gain?A thousand tears run
down my face,
but not a single
sound escapes.