I have been called a survivor, but surviving would require me to feel alive
surviving would require me to walk away from my attack and never look back
and I always look back
I always look back to make sure i'm not being followed
to make sure the people walking two blocks back aren't looking where they shouldn't be
I always look back to make sure my attacker is still far enough away
I look back to see how much time I have to run before it all catches up to me
it's all catching up to me
the flashbacks, the nightmares, the panic attacks, and the way my body feels every time I disassociate
I do not feel like a survivor, I feel like a victim that is barely holding on
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Poetrythen my troubles went away, and my heartache disappeared covers: @delilahwilde