**trigger warning : abuse & molestation**
I don't know how to handle confrontation
I don't how people make relationships work
My body has been violated by people I should
Have been able to trust
Bruises marred my fair skin from "accidents"
Like
Being shoved; I mean falling into an end table.
"Walking into doors",
Being dragged out of baths for taking too long
Called a bitch at 7 years old for hating white rice
Because
Only a bitch wouldn't like it regardless of age
My body has been used so I no longer know it's worth
I cave when pressured because fighting isn't worth it.
You fight you get hurt
They get what they want anyways
Fingers probing my insides while I feign sleep praying it will end.
Scars across my heart that nobody can see
So nobody believes they exist
I can't keep going on,
One day you'll read my last poem
Don't mourn for me.
I'll finally be free
YOU ARE READING
Healing Through Poetry
PoesiaA collection of poems I've written over the past two years... they may not be 100% in order; I apologize. There are poems about abuse & sexual assault but I will put trigger warnings in front of those. These are poems about my life.
