*T* wounded 1 year ago today
A penis
A Bottle
Your fingers to
You think it's your right
To help yourself, through and through
The word Stop!
The word No!
Ignored as if they were never said
You hurt me alot
Drew blood to
This was just after
You left your residue
I'm emotionally numb
In shock you could say
Nothing will ever
Take this amount of pain away.
What makes it worse, I write this today
Even though it marks a year
Seems like it was yesterday
Your not the first to break my trust
Over power me with such a demeaning task
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