after

i remember the first time i felt it

that sadness, that heartbreak

that irreversible feeling of impending doom

the shaking, the sweats, the nightmares

all of it

like it was yesterday

it was the day after you stole every last bit of hope i had in me

you stole my innocence

i was 13

what gave you the right to my youth?

what did it do for you?

did your little dick get hard thinking about the pain i felt?

i wish i knew how it felt, to steal someone's soul and not even feel a tad bit

guilty

This poem is about: 
Me

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