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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Emotional · #1304039
dont make me describe it please.

I said don’t f*cking touch me
But your hands are here again
Screaming loud
But there’s no crowd
To come and save me now

don’t touch me
don’t touch me
Backed into a corner
Oh sh*t; oh f*ck
Backed into a corner
Because of you I’m stuck
There is no way out now
I need to escape, but how?

Get your hands off me
I’m worthless as it is
The music’s to loud
They can’t here a sound
Of my world, crashing down

I don’t want this
God please make him stop
I tried asking nicely
All he does is mock
Pushing me harder
Much worse than before
Already thinking of excuses
Why my body is so sore

No one had ever asked me
What happened on that night
Why I was so full of rage and often speaking spite
Why I was never eating
Why my wrist were always bleeding
Why I was acting so strange
All far as my knowledge goes
They cared not of this change

Its my innocence I’m looking for
And I’ve come to have it back
You know it wasn’t yours to have
And I’m about to crack.
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