Boy
screw you
i was no younger than 6
i still remember it, vividly
it haunts me
why didn't i do more?
why didn't i tell someone?
why didn't i yell for help?
why did you think it was okay?
why?
i still have to see your face walking the halls at my school every single day
i feel sick whenever i see you
i should ruin your life
the way you ruined mine
Copyright © Maddie Macleish | Year Posted 2017
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