I tried to scream, i tried and tried but nothing came out, i was mute. Not by choice but by terror. I was scared and struggling to breathe, my vision went blotchy, I stopped breathing he said things he touched things. I was horrified. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't see. I tried to breathe but it felt as if someone stole all the oxygen in the world. He left. And suddenly I was free. I would breathe and see, I thought I wouldn't make it out alive
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Poesíajust a dip into my life, just a trigger warning. each poem has stuff to do with attachment issues, BPD, self harm, abuse, SA and older younger relationships, read at your own risk.
