'Shadows Within' - A collection of poems that screams in silence, weeps in darkness, and bleeds with every word. A raw and unflinching journey through the shattered remains of a soul, where trauma, pain, and vulnerability entwine like a suffocating...
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It's all in your head that I don't love you, My love's fake, and not the spring that's true. It's all in your head that my love's a pain, The seed in your womb is not love, but forced strain.
It's all in your head that I ain't cherishing you, My care's a show, and I don't care what to do. It's all in your head that you don't feel the care, For my feelings are false, and my emotions I share.
It's all in your head that you're afraid and unloved, I love you with my last breath, or so I've proved. It's all in your head that you scream when I love, You sometimes deserve the autumn, sent from above.
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Though I wrote this poem from the abuser's perspective, I have come to realise that it can also be interpreted from the victim's perspective.
The perspective is like the victim is having a conversation with themselves where voice of the abuser is echoing in their brain, making it harder for the victim to differ from reality and negativity coming from themselves.
