AbuseA Poem by ShannielleFaithSelf explanatory, really.
I graced my fingertips through danger.
The harsher you whispered, things only got stranger. It started with a peck on the lips. I could feel it lying close to me as the fear rose in my throat. The horror, the pain, the sweet agony, and you never heard me say, "no." This is the part where I turn away, when you tell me how pure I can be. This is the part where I've had enough, but you've only just begun. I put myself through this. I tell myself I'm fine. Pick myself up. Brush the dirt off. It's what I get for not walking the line. © 2012 ShannielleFaithAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on November 25, 2012 Last Updated on November 25, 2012 Tags: abuse, depression, fear, dark Author
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