I can still feel their hands on me.
I can still feel their hands on me, Grabbing everything they can.
I can still feel their hands Pulling my hair.
Hands Pulling my shirt.
Hands Pulling my pants.
Hands Pulling my arms and legs apart.
I can still hear their voices .
I can still hear their voices, piercing my soul.
I can still hear their breathing.
Hear their laughter .
Hear their calls.
Hear their moans as they tear me apart.
I can still feel their hands.
I can still hear their voices.
I can still feel the pain.
Even after I begged.
Please don't.
Please stop.
Please no.
Please
Help.
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Inside My Head - A Collection Of Me
Poetry"inside my head - a collection of me" is a collection of short stories, writing exercises, and poems I wrote. Most of these are the manifestation of the feelings I feel, into words. it may be a bit messy and not always make sense but I hope you en...
