Its one AM
And I still can't forget you
You make me dread school
And hate my favorite classes
Its one AM
And I still can't believe how everyone believed you over me
I ran into one of your old friends
Our old friends
He left that group too
But he didn't have to escape you
He left them and me
I felt a little betrayed
But I guess I was still hurt
With bruises from you
Still lingering
You even make my writing suck
I wish I could show you
How happy I am now
With her
But every time I'm around you
All I can think of
Is
"Oh God, will she hit me? Oh God will she cut me? Oh God will she hurt me again?"
But no teacher will believe
The weird trans kid
Over the popular girl
With friends
YOU ARE READING
Poetry About My Abuse
Poetryit's the title. if you're interested read it. if not keep looking. obviously tw.
