I sit here on my bed
despite not being by myself
feeling alone and invisible.
I find myself wanting
to curl up under my blanket
so I can cry while
I fight the urge to cut myself
to take away the pain that I feel inside.
But I won't give in...
I won't allow anyone to see me cry...
Not now...
Not ever.
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Poetry Written Cuddled With My Pillow by Laina Aurelius
ŞiirA 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...
