Stole My Trust

If people only knew the pain I carried

Or even the thoughts I hold

I feel as if I should be buried

I hate how it was never foretold

I thought I was invincible.

But he ended up destroying me.

It was as if my tears were invisible.

I cried for him to set me free.

He slammed me with no doubt.

He took my trust.

He listened when I began to shout.

He did not care and was full of lust.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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