My Secret.


i broke everything that was right
a family
the kind in the stories i write
the loving mom
the perfect dad
the kind of stories that show i’m completely mad
love affairs
pill poppers
and the girl that doesn’t care
i don’t like to tell people things about me
i’ve told it all
true stories of a far fall
when i close my eyes i see it
i see the demon
he calls
it wasn’t just the needles
or bottles
or the foes
it was the hands ripping off my bra
it was the cursing hands that hit my jaw
it was the ugly glares i got when i couldn’t talk at all
it was the loud cuss words i sang as i silently bawled
no one saw him on top of me
so now you know
i feel like I’m too seen
like I’m lace
i feel disgusting
and all my “loving” mother did was throw more on me
you thought you knew horror
i wish i couldnt anymore

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