I'm hurting.
I am hurting so so much.
It's all because of you.
Because of what you did.
I so badly want to scream at you.
Scream in your face about how much you hurt me.
But I know I can't do that.
Because that's "mean."
But does anyone ever think about how mean the things he did to me were?
YOU ARE READING
He Broke Her.
PoetryThese are the poems from the mind of a girl who was broken by a boy. (These poems are about sexual assault if you are easily triggered please read with caution.)
