Robbed

by .k.u.s.h.q.u.e.e.n.c.j.   Jun 15, 2018


My heart tore open,
Dripping all over.

Making

Blood-stained paths
Of memorys broken.

Creating

Dark roads that I have
And should no longer travel.

Trying

To be strong though,
As my weak mind unravels.

Destroying

The beauty in myself I
Had once remembered.

Stealing

My innocence and purity
As my soul was slowly severed.

Trusting

People I shouldn't have
As

They robbed me
of my future .

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