Poem

This is my way of telling my story

I knew you where ashamed

I never sore your eyes

Was it that you were afraid

Or did it feel like a disguise

Suffocated by your weight on my chest

The only Breath was full of dust

From a blanket over my head as I lay undressed

Felling worthless and discussed

Where I lay is cold on my skin

Crushed against concrete

Pushing ice within

Frozen with defeat

Every feeling of hopeless

Was smothered in grossness

I believe you are boneless

For all I see is darkness