15 or maybe it was 16
Possibly younger
Your hunger for attention
Will be ignored
By those who helped create you
15 or maybe it was 16
Possible younger
The hunger for male counterparts
Watching you like prey
Reaching for your fathers hand
While some young man
destroyed your heart
Searching for your mothers voice
But the silence sits in the air
While you claim to love someone
Who never truly cared
Too young
Too hurt
15 or maybe it was 16
Credit: she felt like feeling nothing
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poems
PoetryMost of these poems aren't mine, I'll give credit to them by their book, or the creator of them.
