Ud med mine følelser. {{forumTopicSubject}}

Hej alle på HG!

Jeg har brug for at komme ud med mine følelser så her kommer et digt om en ting der er sket for mig som jeg ikke rigtig har fortalt nogle


Alone i sit and cry
I wonder why i can't just let me die

I lay on my bed
Covering my head

The marks he leaves are red
But inside im already dead

I hope tonight he just fall asleep
So here in silence i may weep

Every day i clean and clean
But he only gets more and more mean

He comes to my room
And i feel doomed

I wish i could run
run from what he calls "fun"

But the torture has begun....

I wish he was gone
I wish he had never done wrong

I wish i could be alone
Or just run from home

But home is all I'ver ever known
So i can never be alone

He is always there ready to tear
And i was always there

Only full of tears....




Det handler om jeg er blevet seksuelt misbrugt i ca. 5 år af mit liv. Havde bare brug for at komme ud med det, kommenter bare hvis i føler for det Det var bare for at føle at jeg har fortalt det til nogle