WHY?

Why? I ask

Just why don’t you get it?

You can’t just walk around

And act like you don’t treat me like shit.

 

All the lies you told me

All the pain you’ve caused

Has left me feeling empty

Hey, remember Santa Clause?

 

You told me that you loved me,

You told me that you cared. 

But now I sit here lonely with dirty fingers everywhere

 

The thought of you hurting me again, 

I can’t quite bear the burden of this anymore.

 

I’m ready to leave this place

Because I break a little more every time I see your face.

 

You hurt me in ways that are unexplainable

Yet still I continue to run back.

 

And each time you hurt me more.

Again and again. 

 

Pain.

Pain is all I see.

 

Blood.

It poured out of my veins like water from a faucet.

 

Tears.

They streamed down my face leaving stains on my cheeks.

 

Hands.

Your hands all over my body.

 

“No”. 

A word screamed through my mouth with your hand over it.

 

“Why not beautiful?”

Those words will forever haunt me.

 

“What did you think would happen?” they say.

 

“You were wearing a skirt” they say.

 

“You had a drink” they say.

 

“But I didn’t ask for this” I say.

 

“But it was one drink”I say.

 

To you it didn’t matter that you hurt me

I can no longer do this

I need you to leave me

You just don’t get it.

 

Your hands are forever on my body

I will no longer have that gleaming sense of innocence I once had

All because you thought you’d be naughty

My dreams that were once happy are now sad.

 

I thought I could trust you

I thought you loved me

But now my heart is broken and I can’t find the glue

And when I sleep your filthy lustful face is all I ever see. 

 

Pain.

Pain is all I see.

 

Blood.

It poured out of my veins like water from a faucet.

 

Tears.

They streamed down my face leaving stains on my cheeks.

 

Hands.

Your hands all over my body.

 

“No”. 

A word screamed through my mouth with your hand over it.

 

Forever falling

Deep into the black abyss

 

With hateful words surrounding me

I have fallen into an awful bliss.

 

I thought you loved me, 

I thought you cared

But now I’m left here 

with no one who truly cares.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My country
Our world

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