The burnings.
The torment.
The flashbacks.
The anger.
You're the only one.
I trust with that.
They all hush me.
Brush my hair.
Rub my arms.
And try to calm me down.
You never did.
I yell and scream.
Daggers saying through my words.
Piercing you or not I don't know.
But the fire that came forth from my hurt.
You'd sit and take.
Never once stopping me.
Making me tamper it down.
I'm tired of being calm.
I'm tired of being resilient.
I want the world to burn.
Yet you're the only one.
I'd trust.
To show my personal hell
What do I do with that??
To know the one that broke me last.
Is the only one.
I trust with my monsters.
You let me show you my monsters.
Let me show you how I could
Become a monster.
I don't know if that was good or not.
How does it feel?
To know.
You're the only one
I'll ever put through
My own hell.
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Walking Through Hell
PoetryA way to process my trauma. ⚠️‼️ trigger warnings ‼️⚠️ Sexual assault Rape Mental abuse Mental manipulation Emotional abuse
