tw/ sexual abuse, rape
didn't you hear my cries
when your hands strayed
to places
that shouldn't have been
felt
didn't you feel a
motherfucking thing?
and all i can do is blame
and sob and scream and
repress and repress
and repeat
didn't you feel a
motherfucking thing
when you snatched
my innocence
from shaking
bleeding hands
when i was six years old
how could you
take my jeans off
my freezing
too-cold body
how could you touch me?
how could you ruin me
how could you choke me
so i couldn't scream
or cry
or beg or plead
how could you?
didn't you feel me break under you?
didn't you feel me shatter and fall and drown?
YOU ARE READING
sangfroid ;;
Poetrysometimes i write poems and edit them into lyrics because it's therapeutic. aka// my pathetic attempts of making words sound nice with chords alongside them ~~ sang-froid noun coolness of mind; calmness; composure: "cold blood" © pastel-romantic ; 2...
