Pick your poison
I'll pick mine...
Follow me into these shadows,
Witness all these scars...
I just don't understand, this madness that's at...
The blame you set upon my shoulders. Has weighed...
Those three little words
I want to say...
I will not cry
I'd rather die...
( I was asked by the author to write a poem about...
The book is called Groomed - by Laurie Matthew...
You abuse us because
you think you can...
I abuse you because
it makes me feel big...
You bring it back inside my head
all because the lies you said...
I wonder if you realise
the damage you have done...
Mirror on the wall
don't watch me as I fall...
I'm writing this to make you see
I think you should give up on me...