Hands.
I feel them creeping up
Underneath the hem of my shirt.
Breath.
I feel it at the base of my neck
And smell the stench of alcohol.
Calluses.
I feel them brushing against my skin,
Cupping my newest trademark of womanhood.
Sweat.
It pours down my sides in droves
Because I am so. very. afraid.
Shivers.
They crawl up my spine
Telling me - screaming at me that this is a violation of my being.
"Is this ok?"
I nod -
Terrified that denying him will cause me further pain.
Tears.
They slip down my cheeks silently
For fear that a single breath could incite his wrath.
Hands.
They recede from my chest
And spin me so I now face my violator.
Arms.
They wrap around me and assure me that they love me,
But I have heard their lies too many times to believe them.
Quakes.
They wrack my body as I collapse
And wish that I was dead or different.
Pity.
I see it in the eyes of my love
As I tell them of the hands that stole my soul.
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Private Thoughts of a Depressed Teen
PoetryThis is just a collection of poems I've written throughout the years. Yes, I know most of them suck. Yes, I know almost all of them are personal. I'm just putting these up because I feel like maybe some people could relate them and feel a little les...
