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Destiny C Sep 15
SA Trigger Warning*

I can still remember the couch.
The way I cried in my friend's arms when I thought of that couch.
Pinned down.
Abused.
Forcefully used.
On the couch.

Couch.

I still remember going into my apartment alone after.
The way my body shaked for nights spent crying in my bed after.
At my friend's apartment after.
In the hospital after.
Years after.

After.

They say the mind can forget sometimes,
but what always remembers the trauma is the body.
The one that kicked and fought off the body.
The one that layed under the body.
The violated body.
The tortured body.
The unsafe body.

The Body

After

The Couch...

was never the same.
Not for me to blame.

I know that now.
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Krizel Grace Jul 16
An untold tale hides behind her dreary eyes
Of how he betrayed her innocence with beautiful lies
Forlorn words attempting to escape at the tip of her tongue
But even her mouth bleeds his name out
Her tiny voice could reach nothing
They'll just say,
'She's just a girl so young'
Even she screams at the top of her lungs.

For her story is just another folklore you'll ever hear
It could be passed on but never believed.

©kg
Inspired by Lady Gaga actually... but this is the sad reality for every abused child/woman. And what makes it more tragic is that many abuse occurs within the family.
My Dear Poet May 21
Turn the dial
on my back
and spin me around

Press the button
on my head
and push me down

Ring the bell
in my ear
bring on the sound

Push me off
the ledge
pick me off the ground

Check the crack
in the battery pack
no longer around
Hitherwine Apr 26
Your claws
They sank into flesh
Leaving scars so deep
They will never be healed
A cornfield
Somewhere you wanted to go
To take a part of me
That I would never get back
That room
The intense feeling of worthlessness
Panic attack
going back
Down the tunnel
Why did you do this to me? WHY?
ShyAnne Mar 5
You
Suddenly nothing else mattered
You were there
Your charm and humor
Suddenly I was ok
I used to watch as they walked all over me
Now I realize
I don’t deserve to be used
I am worth sacrifice
You give me your time
You call me yours
You aren’t ashamed
To be seen with me
To hold me
Out in the open
You stand up for me
When they stare and laugh
I feel safe next to you
I don’t know how long this will last
But I have issues and I have to ask
That you don’t use them against me
I don’t wanna jump all over you
But please don’t use it against me
I hope you see
I’m just scared
Hurt by way to many
I trust you
Don’t abuse that
I love you
Please don’t try to use that
My wrists are healed
I don’t want to reopen it
You fixed me
If you ever wanna leave
Let me down easy
I’m sorry if this scares you
I don’t wanna hurt you
I just want you to know what you’re getting into
Because what happens
When hands get put on me
More than you know
This is a warning
A boy I used to love... a boy I gave my all to... a boy who broke all of his promises to me.
Strying Jan 20
breathe
sleep
eat
walk
talk
be.
You and her together again,
leaving me like a piece of cardboard on the street
you kicked around, but never really wanted.
Fraser Wiseman Nov 2020
jeans sell for more
with a stone wash
stretching and tearing
gives straight legs
like you a hole
lot more soul
I am just a pushover
I let family run rings around me
Iam  just soft
For my own good.
I feel taken for granted
Not worthy
Or appreciated.
I feel so lonely and sad.
Esther L Krenzin Aug 2020
you thought it wouldn’t hurt anymore
it wasn’t supposed to
when they took advantage of you again
or stabbed you in the back
but no matter how many times you built up your wall
it was never thick enough to stop the knife

-Esther Krenzin
Esther L Krenzin Aug 2020
i cried rivers of salt
thinking it would change things
that perhaps they would hear
and comfort me
in the end nothing changed but my
expectations
i no longer expected good from people
who had no good left to give.

Esther Krenzin
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