A message to anyone who's ever known the "real" me:
Why can't you understand?
I really am broken
I was shattered at the ripe yet young age of five
Or was it six? Maybe it was even earlier...
I lost track when I shoved those memories down
Anyways
Why can't you understand
Why I refuse to trust people
Why I hide anything that happens
Why I act strong... especially when I'm not
Why something so small to you can set me off in an instant
Did you not realize:
I was depressed
I have PTSD
I was hurt
I was threatened
I wasn't normal
Can you except me even though
I'm NO way in HEAVEN or HELL straight
I don't believe in God
I was sexually abused
I am literally trash that no one seems to want
I'm one of those freaks
Why can't you understand I just want to be loved?
YOU ARE READING
Slam Poetry
PoetryThis just needs it's own book away from Quiet Ideas, so I am putting all my slam poetry in here. Plan to update Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. Sorry if no new poems come out, just means I didn't get a chance to write down a new slam.
