I thought I could trust you
I actually convinced myself
Despite the feelings saying otherwise.
Didn't you realize I was only a child?
Too young to even know
What was going on
Now because of you
I am no longer whole.
Used, damaged and broken
You stole from me apart of me
that I can never replace
Before I even knew
what that part is.
A childhood stolen
But I guess I was never fully a child
Forced to grow up
without knowing how to be
a child who will always be
used, damaged and Broken.
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Poetry Written Cuddled With My Pillow by Laina Aurelius
PoetryA series of poetry written based on my traumatic experiences involving most of a childhood and teen years of sexual abuse by multiple people and a marriage with being forced into temporary polygamy until he realized that he was going to lose me if i...
