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.
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