Innocence

A short poem of what happened when I was younger.

They ask me to write my feelings,
But that's what I want to flee.
They ask me to tell them
My life,
But I cannot risk the
Pain.
They ask
For what
I cannot give them.
I promised I'd
Never tell.
I've
Slipped
A couple of times.
I dream of not living in Hell.
They see
That I'm not happy.
They ask
But I don't want to tell
Of the day
You took
My innocence
Away,
The day I went to
Hell,
The day
My life
Turned upside down,
And the day
That made me
Ill.
They ask me to write
My memories,
But that's what I want to
Flee.
They ask me to tell them
My life,
But I cannot risk the
Pain.
They ask
For what
I cannot give them,
For I am living in
Pain.