This one means a lot to me, kind of got emotional towards the end. Let me know how was this for you, cheers guys ❤ ❤ Hope looked like red. As my father laid on uneven ground, Blood seething from his gunshot wound, While he slumped in a puddle of red liquid, Looking towards my
He winces from the pain, She bleeds from her bruises, While they watch and laugh together. It hurts to move. He wants to slit his wrists, She cries herself to sleep, And they have no regrets. It hurts to blink. He vows to fight them, She promises to stand up, But they hit back harder.
The line between consent and assault is blurred in my memory If I gave consent – but I was only a child while he was three years ahead, a senior taking advantage of a freshman is that considered non-consensual? Even though I did not say no. This memory has been suppressed for over two years