Touch Me

here I lay on my face

so ashamed

such disgrace

they wanted me 

for sex alone

when they have it

you're on your own

battered

torn

hurting

bruised

by those men

so confused

 

GOD

i give up

i am done

i'll take my life 

they wont miss one

 

No, You Won't

You Are MINE

I Made You By design

All Those Lies

You're Living In

They're Worthless

Stop

Giving In

I Made You

Who You're Meant To Be

Lift Your Head

Look To ME

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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