you made my body a playground for your desires
your hands felt like rip
joint pliers
now every inch of my body's on fire
even though
you don't wanna admit it you are the falsifier
your friends tried
to blame me for the things you did
everyone acted like it was a game and the
trophy was my survival
you put the shame on me and made me loose my
dignity
you took my frame like it was your belonging
now my feelings scream to be felt
because that's what feelings are
supposed to do
but I don't wanna let them in
because I'm
frightened they are stronger than me
my body never felt the
same after that night
my body feels like a destroyed crite
my mind
keeps me awake till daylight
my mind is a gunfight
my skin is
revitalizing itself
every 28 days
but my mind doesn't
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Veröffentlicht auf e-Stories.org am 27.01.2022.
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