Tortued by bastards
Tortured in childhood
And early teens.
Torture more day by day.
By some evil scum
That wanted his twisted pleasure.
He thought it was right to do it.
Right to rape and abuse a child.
Peice of fucking shit.
Tortued by more than 1.
Still stuck there
As it were only a day ago.
Tortured from a youn age.
All I can hear in my head
is its only a game.
Still stuck and tortured
By your vile face.
Some day
Youll get
What you desereve.
Then maybe you wont
Most bastards like you
are untouchable.
But you all tortued me
For your own
Vile reasons.
You piece of shit
Amy Kerswell
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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