Forget it ever happened, let it slip away.
It never happened right? All those days spent questioning my every move.
The bruises never happened. The marks left by angry hands.
Tears on my pillow, tears on my sleeve. Hide in the forest where nobody sees.
Bad little girl. Do all that you're told. Mummy, I did my best I swear, why do you leave me bruised?
Daddy why do you beat me red? Am I not what you want me to be?
I must be a bad girl. I am a bad girl. I deserve my punishments.
Mummy and daddy have made me numb. Not numb to the pain, never the pain. Numb to the words. Words shaped like daggers.
Scream, yell, curse my name. I don't feel it anymore.
It's over now, all over. Time to forget. Forget it ever happened. Hush little girl.
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My Tragedies
شِعرThis is a collection of poems when I've been my most depressed and low. Trigger warning. If you relate to any of these, please reach out. It's never too late.
