stained silence:
i feel him everywhere,
in the spaces between my bones,
in the quiet that follows nightmares.
his smile still burns.
carved into my mind like a brand,
searing me from the inside out.
how could someone take everything?
how could someone reduce me to this?
a shadow of what i was.
of what i should have been?
i was just a girl,
just a little girl.
but he saw something to ruin.
something to break.
every time i think of it,
my insides twist, coil, revolt.
i want to tear this skin from my body,
peel it back until theres nothing left,
until theres no memory,
no filth,
no me.
i am not whole anymore,
i am not human anymore.
he took that.
he took it all,
and left me hollow,
screaming on the inside,
silent on the outside.
i feel his laugh,
his breath,
lingering like a stain i can never wash away.
and every time i close my eyes,
im there again,
small and terrified,
dying while i breathe.
how could someone do this?
how could they steal what can never be returned?
i am less than i was
less than human now,
just a body he left behind,
torn, tainted,
disappearing into the dark.
into this stained silence.
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poetry
Poetrytrigger warning. dont expect you to read this, words are simply that. just words. but if you do i hope you enjoy 👍 and if you relate to any of these, im so sorry. (all of these are original and written by me unless its said otherwise) might also in...
