stolen

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I used to be so cheery

so innocent 

so happy. 


until I wasn't. 


he came 

well- he was always there

and he stole my life. 

my life was stolen. 


but then 

poof

we got away 

I was free from it all. 


until he came


boyfriend of mother. 

manipulation occurred, 

mom and boyfriend

started to become my father. 


hit, 

scream, 

fall, 

repeat. 


but him, 

the boyfriend, 

he's worse than my so called 'dad'


he did things my father never did

he stole my first kiss. 

my first kiss stolen.


and I can never get it back.



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