1.1. i used to hear and see things that weren’t there but that all stopped the second and final time my mother kicked me out
funny how the brain deals with years upon years of repeated traumas, huh?
2. i was 17 years old a month or two shy of 18 the last time i was sexually assaulted
i play words with friends against one of the women that assaulted me now and hate her for what she did to me and the people i told that should have helped me but only called me a liar and forced me to forgive my attackers
3. on that night i cut my left arm to ribbons and bled all over my desk trying to get that feeling of being ***** and used up off my skin
i still ask myself if i had still been pretending to be a girl would people have believed me or would that ****** assault have been something worse?
4. i only remember my father drinking when he had me around old crow kept on top of the fridge on the rocks and a splash of warm water
that man who is the other half of my dna loved his **** grog more than he ever wanted ever loved me
5. you wanna know how i got these scars? and i don’t mean the ones that were done by my own trembling hands
the ghost of a child still wails within me never stopped being afraid of those that were supposed to protect me
6. the shadow of a young man thin wisps of smoke like the cherry of a cigarette held against an arm claws at this darkness that only grew with me
i know perfectly well which parts of me are too broken to try and repair the pieces my brain won’t let me remember
7. and maybe that’s for the best not having the words to explain what was done to me again and again
but that doesn’t satisfy the hurt and anger this brewing hatred towards parents that didn’t know how to be and never really should have been
8. you wanna know how i got these scars? ripped out every part of my parents that coursed through all that red blood and blue veins
made a promise to that scared little boy still nestled against my ribs that i would never be the kind of monster a childhood i almost didn’t make it out of alive wanted me to be