My Painful Secret
My Painful Secret
I knew I shouldn't,
that stand it I wouldn't.
But temptation won,
I lost the control.
It's over now.
I regained my will.
I know what to do,
to undo my sin.
The door slams.
The water runs.
I bend over,
and let it out.
So disgusting.
My fingers against my throat,
hurt like nothing.
But I don't care,
and I won't stop.
Once more,
the cold water falls,
soaking my clothes.
Satisfaction fades,
as endless tears come.
I'll keep my secret,
and let it hurt me.
I'll let it lie me.
I'm tired of fighting.
Copyright © Broken Lyndsey Gaurkee | Year Posted 2008
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