i want you to remember what you did to me
i was a child
i still had innocence but you took it from me. i want my life back. i was a fucking child.
sometimes i still find bruises on my hips and sometimes my eyes still sting and my scalp hurts from hair that is no longer there being pulled.
you were not the only one, but you were the first, and you really don't care, do you? you got your fix and the aftermath was a soiled and broken child who had to fend for himself amongst children who didn't know he was drowning
they got to have better lives
they never had to go to therapy for years to try to untangle the knots that trauma ties into the brains of sleepless children
how many others have you hurt?
how many more are you going to?
i hope you fucking rot
YOU ARE READING
Grape Soda
PoesieWARNING: this book contains explicit topics such as abuse, rape, homophobia, transphobia, etc. if any of these things bother you DO NOT READ. i use these poems to cope with trauma.
