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I thought your chest
was a hole
to another galaxy

and the only way
I could touch
the stars

was to tear you apart.
It was the tattoo that
did it for me
the one on her neck
I could see,
but the one down below,
the one not on show,
the one that she told me I
could go
take a look
took my breath
away.
 Apr 2015 sophie
Aspen
you could tell me you
love me a million times
but without sincerity
it only feels like you're
choking me with
barbed wire
 Apr 2015 sophie
AM
When It's Over
 Apr 2015 sophie
AM
Look at us
Both lost in war
Bruised and wounded
Covered in scars
Shattered butterflies
Hear no lies
Burned bridges
Ask me why
Rest in pieces
Love had died
 Apr 2015 sophie
Cat Fiske
PTSD
 Apr 2015 sophie
Cat Fiske
Polite
Typical
Smiley
Daughter

Pointlessly
Trusting
School
District

Professor
Turns-blind-eye
Struggling
Drastically

Packets
Turn-to
Stacks
Deficient

Panic Attacks
Turn-to
Self
Destruction

Pulling
Teeth
Sick
Design

Plan­s
To
Stop
Discussing

Peace
To-her
Silence
Disturbs

People
Talked
She
Distracted

Passed
The
Snacks-to
Dinners

Pulled
The
Same
Dimensions

Pre-K
Then
Smaller
Didn't

Pause
Third-Grade
So
Dead

Parents
Though
She
Drowned

Piled
Thoughts
Suffocated-her
Dexterity

Patient
There
Suffering
Depression

Problems
To-many-to
Score
Dispute

Progress
That
Shockingly
Developed

Potentially
Taken-away-the
Suffering
Dramatically

Poor
Tiny
Sweet
Doll

Par­t
Traumatized
Sleep
Deprived

Phobic
though
Sixth grade
Doesn't

Play
Though
Six-Years-of
Death

Until... The little girl, learned she had,
Post
Traumatic
Stress
Disorder
and, school treating her badly is only one of her three traumatizing events.
this is about my very first traumatizing event that caused my PTSD, I have lived though 2 others, But this first one is caused by the school i go to denying me help when I have a learning disability, this caused my mom and me to argue, making her sometimes emotionally and physically abusive, that's where the second one comes in, and the third was a stem off of what i thought was normal, and also only knowing English based on what i had taught myself, because that resource wasn't provided for me, when a boyfriend was being abusive i didn't know it wasn't okay, because its what I was used to at home, I thought it was okay and normal. its been a year later, I'm in 10th grade. Yelling, or loud places make me trigger, school in general makes me trigger, because the trauma never stopped, and at home, when ever my mom get aggravated over the school, she takes it out on me, and my dad, and everyone. But again, I'd of never had these added traumas if a therapist didn't explain to me my life and the right and wrongs, I'd of love to go my whole like thinking my relationships where fine.
 Apr 2015 sophie
Steele
Bruise
 Apr 2015 sophie
Steele
Tonight there is no moon
and the purple skyline
bleeds the color of my skin.
There is no wind.
There is no time.
There is no sin.
There is no moon.
Only those aching shades of blue,
and the ruptured veins within.
 Feb 2015 sophie
Kate Irons
Love is when you reach for her hand instead of the bottle
 Feb 2015 sophie
Kate Irons
tell me who broke you but don't say my name too loud
 Feb 2015 sophie
bcg poetry
Untitled
 Feb 2015 sophie
bcg poetry
"I'm too young to feel this empty."

"We all are."
 Jan 2015 sophie
Kate Irons
i have forgotten how to be happy
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