𝕃𝕚𝕗𝕖♡

𝕋𝕣𝕒𝕦𝕞𝕒.

Trauma.
It hurts right?
From childhood to teenage years to adulthood.
It never left.
This might seem morbid
But how do you think it felt?
To be sexualized and assaulted.
To listen to screaming and fighting all the time.
To be yelled at and threatened to be hurt or humiliated.
To be bullied for something you can't control.
To struggle with everything because someone's always expecting something of you.
To not be able to tell people how you feel because they don't listen.
To sit in silence with your thoughts as they burn you from the inside out.
To hurt yourself from everyone making you self doubt.
To cry.
And cry.
And cry again.
Until you've been stripped as nothing remains within.
I'm tired of it.
Tired of pretending I'm okay.
I never asked to be this way.
I never asked to be mutilated, perpetuated, or even discriminated.
I never asked to be here.
To be bruised and broken.
To be dissected and taken apart.
To be bare, lying open.
As they search and search, trying to see what's wrong with me.
But god can't you see?
It's me, I'm always the problem
Though I don't try to be.
I try to help and clean up my messes.
But I'm the one who caused it
God damn, am I reckless.
Yet I'm still in there, lying on that table.
Quite unconscious but I am still able.
Not to speak or think
My mind finally having silence.
But I can still hear
All the questions they asked
"What happened here?"
No answers I see.
Their mortified, tired
Finding nothing but ready to go home
So they sewed me back up, piece by piece
And make me figure it out on my own...

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Two stories in one night, goddamn it now I'm tired.

Goodbye..<33333