Stolen Yet Set Free

Tue, 07/19/2016 - 15:14 -- Aspohn7

You knew what you were doing when you picked me

You knew what was going to happen that night

You knew I was the one when I climbed down that tree

Little did I know I was in for a fright

 

I was too trusting to see the bad

I was too young to understand

I didn't see the mask you had

Things did not go as I planned

 

You gave me a drink after putting in a drug

You watched as I unknowningly took a sip

You started to act smug

My head slowly started to dip

 

I woke with a jump

I could barely remember pass the migraine

I listened to you say what happened, and I started to slump

Tears clouded my eyes as my body ached in pain

 

You told me you loved me

You made this go on for days

You made me lose sight of my beauty

Depression made time turn to a haze

 

I tried to kill myself to forget

I didn't want to live anymore, for I hated what you had done

I could not sleep or I would wake in a cold sweat

He made me never say a word, so I had no one

 

Poetry got me through the pain of being alone

Poetry got me to accept what he did to me

Poetry saved me from receiving a headstone

The words set me free

This poem is about: 
Me

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