The thought
The thought of him, makes me sick to my stomach.
The thought of him touching me, It makes me crumble
The thoughts of his words, they make me weak.
The thought of his apologizes, They make me feel some kind of way.
The thought of his fist, It cuts me deep.
The thought of him. It kills me.
The thought that I survived, It makes me cry.
The thought
This poem is about:
Me