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Christina Myers Nov 2017
You cut me open
And laughed as my heart stopped beating
You hurt me in every way possible
Controlled me in every way possible

I was only fourteen when I met you
You took advantage of my inexperience
Every time I see someone who looks like you
I stop in my tracks
And run away

Even after five years
I’m still afraid
Panicking at the thought of you

When I stopped breathing
Did you panic?
You choked me so hard
Clusters of violet spots
Under my eyes for days
Reminding me of the violence that took place

How many times did you **** me?
I’ve lost count
You ravaged my body, soul, and mind
The reason I laid in bed for days
Hoping a black hole would swallow me

I wonder about you
Almost every day
Did you get help?
Is there someone else?
A young inexperienced girl
With her whole life ahead of her?
Have you ruined her
Like you ruined me?
Christina Myers Nov 2017
Dear mama
You hurt me so much
Now I’m numb
I can’t trust
I’m dependent on love
Constantly paranoid he’ll leave me
Just like you
Perhaps I should say
Dear Virginia
Since you've never been a mother
More like a friend that you don’t want
The cool mom
The **** mom
With your promiscuous clothing
Buying alcohol and drugs
For your daughters and their friends
You’ve been a role model
Just not the good kind
Suicide attempts and drug use
Mainly when he (plural) left
Crack
Xanax
****
I lost count
Have you?
You’re my greatest role model
I’ve already promised myself
I’ll **** myself when he leaves
Notice I said “when” not “if”
Are you proud?
One daughter just like you
A ****** addict killing herself
And two on the way
You’ve already given me the greatest gift
Bipolar Disorder
How much more
Can I take?
Will I be like you?
My greatest fear
Coming true
“I’ll love you forever
I’ll like you for always
As long as I’m living
My baby you’ll be”
But that’s *******
Isn’t it?
Crack is your baby
Hatred and anger
Is what you live for
Are you happy?
I’m not
Sincerely,
Your daughter
P.S. Can you guess which one?
Christina Myers Nov 2017
She stares at the blank page
Then at the far wall
“We’re all mad here,” it says
Whispering
Yelling
Beckoning
I feel so small
A tiny version of myself
Balled up inside
Peering through this strangers’ eyes
Sounds echo loudly
Reverberating through my hosts’ body
I may be losing my mind
Everything is surrounding me
Pulsating
Colossal versions of themselves
I’m in the kitchen now
How did I get here?
How long has it been?
I place my hand in front of my face
It doesn’t feel like my hand
I pick up a knife and slice open the palm of my dead hand
I don’t flinch
I don’t feel it
“Where am I,” I ask as the blood drips from my hand
Christina Myers Nov 2017
Television playing in the background
Not paying attention
Scrolling through Facebook like flicking through channels
Thoughts are racing
Did I say that out loud?
I can’t tell
He’s ignoring me
Says I’m too much right now
Want to be touched
Can’t stop talking
Want to be everywhere at once
Do everything at once
How long before I become reckless?
I’m scared
Excited
It feels like I haven’t blinked in days
Can he read my mind?
I hope not
Christina Myers Nov 2017
You don’t have to be an interior designer
To style boots
I can’t even take away the pain
So disturbed by blood
At capacity
Just doesn’t seem worth it anymore
Destroy the middle class
Don’t be lasagna
I’ve learned from life
My own little safety net
When you remember
You shouldn’t drink the water
Maybe I should take a conceal carry class
Misplacing my thoughts
Perhaps I shouldn’t own a gun
Christina Myers Feb 2018
I want to scream
And yell
And knock **** over
And throw stuff
And punch things
I want to be done
I want to stab myself in the chest
Drown myself in *****
Drive off the side of a mountain
Take every single pill in this ******* house
A house I can't even afford anymore
I just want this to stop
I want it to be over
I'm praying to a god I don't believe in
To take me away from this place
My skin is crawling
My blood is boiling
Tears are welling up in my eyes
How can I continue like this?
How can I bring myself to wake up?
To go to a job I probably won't keep?
I'm nothing
I'm no one
I'm a punching bag
filled with tears and blood
My life does not matter
Nothing matters

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