⚠️I wanted to add a trigger warning to this one. Mainly for myself in future editing. But for you too, darlings, thank you for reading.
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I wonder about what happened to you, before your hands laid waste to my body
I wonder who, did what, to you, to make you want my innocence
Were you a toddler like me? Maybe older, maybe wiser
Were you small like me? Maybe taller, maybe stronger
Were you trapped like me? Inside a cage of flesh
I wonder what could've happened to you, to want my body
I was small and soft, dumb, smiley, and kind
I wonder what happened to you, to urge you to make me cry
I was scared and sad, abused, crying, and broken
I'd rather you'd turned me into nothing at all
I'd rather you snuffed out the air in my chest, obliterated it
I'd rather you took a knife to my throat, let me bleed out
Reality would be so peaceful, then, without memories of you
Memories would be much nicer, then, without these ghosts
What happened to you? My puppeteer, my haunting
I wish,
You'd never,
Happened,
At all
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My Tragedies
PoetryThis 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.