CI (12/04/91 / Regional Medical Center)

The Sinful Guy

Your hands across my back
I have bare skin
I have to get away
Everytime you win

They sting my flesh
I start to cry
I want my mom
I'm going to die

They trusted you
I never did
From the time we met
The secrets were hid

When you walked through the door
I ran to hide
They asked me about it today
And again I lied

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Comments (2)

well written poem....lots of hurt and pain i can feel in your writting....sry these things have happened to you.......nobody should have to go through these things....keep your head up is worth living! ! ! Your Forever Friend, Brian
You got a very powerful poem here. Few people have the courage to write about this evil inside the home.