Revolting Damage

0 Comments

  • Tyrion
  • is happy 18 birthday is saturday 10-03

Revolting Damage

Held captivity, tied to the ground screaming out to anyone who could be around nothing in my dreams could be this bad . Help me I'm blind folded what did I do that bad. The piercing feeling makes me bleed I scream once again no one hears no one sees. His hand over my eyes I cant see the light I wish this was over the end of the night my breathing slows down my pants half way up , fings inserted and a slap to shut me up why in this world would I deserve to be raped.. Well now it's just to late........

Poem Comments

(0)

Please login or register

You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
leave comments/feedback and rate this poem.

Login or Register

Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

Tyrion’s Poems (5)

Title Comments
Title Comments
Revolting Damage 0
Help She Cried!!!! 0
The knock out!!! 0
Memories 0
The wayI feel 0