I told you I had demon, but you never acknowledged them
You tried to make me open up to you
But why would I?
I myself are ashamed of them
The look of disgust in your eyes was what I was running from
YOU ARE READING
In my own words
PoetryA little book of poems about pain, trauma and living with it all. Posting a poem a day
I told you
I told you I had demon, but you never acknowledged them
You tried to make me open up to you
But why would I?
I myself are ashamed of them
The look of disgust in your eyes was what I was running from