Wow

in poetry •  7 years ago 

“No... stop... please..”

Struggling. Scared. No where to go.
Stuck and alone with someone dangerous.
Someone I thought i could trust.
But no more. Never again.
Destruction was what my future held from now on.
Destruction at my own hands.
Something was taken from me and i’ll never be able to get it back.

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