Not a man, not a woman
I want to be a child again
Grow up in peaceful times
With a family to love
To be told that I'm beautiful
Not going underground
Or covering face between legs
Never to feel unsafe in own home
Getting hugged when troubled
Be trusted to told truth of mine
Slapping isn't shaping one's character
Roasting ain't love language
Raising loveless child isn't parenting
I see it all with rose coloured glasses
Abuses seems to be typical
Anger disguising what I feel inside
At times, deranged to the point of suicidal
Waves that hit rock bottom, sank deep
Sneaking into lonely places, cold and dark
Love and warmth strange to me
Wagging tail like a dog to breadcrumbs
Questioning self worth, pleasing others
A child that never raised as a child, died early on
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Bleeding Heart
PoetryA collection of never expressed emotions, words, love, anger, secrets... If you ever been through childhood trauma, you might relate to few poems... Heartfelt poem collection ❤️
