When I first loved you
My whole world shifted
All the hurt I felt was hidden
Deep deep down
Between the layers of my heart
When you started hurting me
It was added to the collection
The collection of pain and sadness
Of tears unshed
And the experiences that broke me
You made the collection grow
Over the eight months it grew
It tore my heart apart
Slowly fraying the layers
until only pain poured out of my heart
-Abusive relationship hurt
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Writing Until My Soul Recovers
PoetryI'm seventeen with more trauma than most my age. I haven't cut in five months but I'm struggling. My mental health is struggling and it's hard because I'm in recovery from something. But not my big problem. I'm still struggling with that and I was t...
