I hide myself
Faking a smile
But deep inside
I am traumatized
From my childhood.
He stole it...
My innocence gone
Only age five.
My nightmares began
Many years later.
All grown up
Wanting to forget
But I can't...
His face remains
In my nightmares
Every night still
In my sleep.
The trauma repeats
Blood, pain, tears
I see him...
I give up
He's always here
It never ends.
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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...
