Pick your poison
I'll pick mine...
Standing in the shower,
feet firmly on the ground...
The blade sits across the room
Beckoning me...
There is something out there
I can feel it lingering in every heartbeat...
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...
There's so much more than meets the eye
to what you've done to me...