Their Pleasure

Her heart aching

Behind the wall

She had created

To protect herself

From endless heartbreak

Everytime she gave

Away her heart

In the end broke

She was never

Enough for anyone

Everytime she was used

For their pleasure

Scarred

She’s scarred

She resembles

Shards of glass

Push and pulled

By multiple men

Tortured by their

So called love

Pressured to stay

Tortured by their

Fake so called love

Bruises she hides

Upon her heart

She keeps her

Sorrows hidden

Inside

Cold Closet — Poem

Sitting alone

In a cold closet

Hiding away

From an unknown

Sadness

Lingering within

Always

Trying to escape

From the madness