Wreckage

The story of my life. Literally.

He stole my virginity, put it in a box. Tied it with a slimy bow,

one that fastens and locks. Threw it in the fire, watched it sizzle

and burn. Started to take my value, burned it taking turns.

He trapped me in leather, smothered me till I died. Threw my body

in the trash, never even cried. Left me there to rot, left me

for the rats. Skin pallid, limbs limp, eyes as black as bats. 

He left then, and somehow I returned. Crawled through the wreckage,

void of all concern. Eyes were black and lips were cracked. I 

wandered like a lifeless doll, feeling I'd been smacked.

He never returned, never said sorry. Left me in the dark at the

bottom of a quarry. Now I'm walking with a limp, soundless and

mute. I hope you know it wasn't fun, it wasn't even cute. 

Author's Note

This happened to me, but I didn't write this to get pity. I wrote this to get out all the pent-up feelings.

Reviews

[Holly Mason]

hope it feels good to let it out-
put so well with a nice reading flow sorry for your memories
thank you so much for sharing

[Keko-Meko]

Thanx you for taking the time to read it. And yes, it kind of helped.

[Rob Santana]

A deep write. Good job for releasing this negativity .

[Keko-Meko]

Thanx you ~ ^o^ And yes, it helped a lot, though it's still an issue.