Sep 14
You, liked by my family,
you came into my room.
Pinned to the wall, I am
I flee your dark gaze.
With my last strength,
in a fierce way,
I scream,
I beg you.
The knife at my throat,
the will to live
surely my last time standing.
Since that day, I am drunk.
You crossing that door
which I leapt onto
to be able to close it
I thought I was dead.
I rub the places
on my body where your hands landed, until tomorrow.
Hot is the water of the shower.
Never again do I want you to touch me.
you came into my room.
Pinned to the wall, I am
I flee your dark gaze.
With my last strength,
in a fierce way,
I scream,
I beg you.
The knife at my throat,
the will to live
surely my last time standing.
Since that day, I am drunk.
You crossing that door
which I leapt onto
to be able to close it
I thought I was dead.
I rub the places
on my body where your hands landed, until tomorrow.
Hot is the water of the shower.
Never again do I want you to touch me.
Hi, my name is Tania, Iām 17 years old and I try to put words, sentences, and rhymes to my experiences. Writing has always been a dream for me. Instead of talking, shouting, or crying, I prefer to write. Thank you, and happy reading!
