Sorry my posts are so random and usually happening because of lack of sleep. I will update some stuff about life at some point soon, but for now here's an older poem, "Read More" to have a look. To The Victims of Date Rapei wake up shivering
blood on the sheets, my clothes on the floor fear clutches my heart, clouds my mind my tears form a puddle on the ground i hold the blankets close in the darkness my only shield from the emptiness surrounding me shame fills me like a disease a disease that can never be cured i want to run but my legs are filled with lead i want to hide, but i can't escape this growing hole in my heart i whisper an unanswered prayer "someone help me"
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T-Girl
The one with estrogen. Bisexual, student, poet. Intrigued? Well good thing there's an entire blog for you to read then. Archives
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