*TW- sexual assault*
She tells me over and over again
that it was not my fault
that I wasn't supposed
to know what to do
but I could've fought
I could've screamed
I could've said no
Instead of saying nothing
Instead of sitting there
hands aching from leaning
against the hard wood floors
shutting my eyes as his hands
roamed over my skin
When he whispered I'm sorry
I could've said you're not
I could've said you're hurting me
Instead of its okay
Instead of nothing.
I did nothing.
and I can't forgive myself for that.
YOU ARE READING
wilting roses
PoesíaAnother collection of (bad) poems. *tw: mentions of sexual assault, drug use, drinking, suicidal ideation and self harm* -a collection of poems that document my experiences with my mental health throughout high school. a warning: i had a few undiagn...
