by Joanna
(England)
Living in fear - hope death is near
Battered and bruised - so confused
object of lust - self disgust
Happy Birthday,4 - child whore
Feeling like dirt - pain and hurt
Can never tell - living hell
Living a lie - want to die
Thoughts inside - suicide
This is a poem that I wrote several years ago, in the aftermath of breaking my silence.
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