I wish I could put my thoughts
Into words
Not on paper
Not typed
Spoken words
Enough to make everyone see
To make them understand
That my pain runs deeper than my skin
That it flows through me like my blood
That it surrounds me like a cage
Trapping me away from my happiness
I wish they saw it
They saw the hurt trapped
Behind my eyes
Holding every part of me captive
Captive to the trauma given to me
-the secrets I keep
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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...
