Crippled
I hide my eyes when you come around i struggle with the wickedness i am shaken by your devil cries i am tormented, your words bring rayless days my sanity is weak, slightly slipping out of love i pray and hold on you stomp on my soul, always tripping i thought about leaving but i am froze with fear so i remain in this hell chained to words that circle and smear
Copyright © Belinda Morgan | Year Posted 2012
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