#saawareness - Hello Poetry

I wish I could **** you and rip off your flesh I wish you could feel the weight of what you did to a child. I wish life holds you accountable for the pain you caused. I hope you never escape the truth of what you've done. I wish you face the consequences of what you did. I wish you never forget the damage you caused. I wish the life you build is haunted by the truth of what you did

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Feb 1

Feb 1, 2026 at 12:43 PM UTC

Ash_

I wish you die

I wish I could **** you and rip off your flesh I wish you could feel the weight of what you did to a child. I wish life holds you accountable for the pain you caused. I hope you never escape the truth of what you've done. I wish you face the consequences of what you did. I wish you never forget the damage you caused. I wish the life you build is haunted by the truth of what you did

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When I was nine, the nights stopped feeling safe. Every evening had footsteps, I prayed they would skip my door. It kept happening, almost every night until fear felt like a bedtime routine, and my own skin forgot it belonged to me. He left eventually, back to Iran and the silence he left behind was almost worse, loud with what I couldn’t say. For four months, my dreams replayed the dark, every sleep a rerun I didn’t choose. But the sun kept showing up anyway, and one morning, I realized it rose for me, too. When I go to sleep now, it doesn’t win. It’s mine again, and it can’t touch me.

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Jan 16

Jan 16, 2026 at 5:35 AM UTC

krtsker

When I was nine

When I was nine, the nights stopped feeling safe. Every evening had footsteps, I prayed they would skip my door. It kept happening, almost every night until fear felt like a bedtime routine, and my own skin forgot it belonged to me. He left eventually, back to Iran and the silence he left behind was almost worse, loud with what I couldn’t say. For four months, my dreams replayed the dark, every sleep a rerun I didn’t choose. But the sun kept showing up anyway, and one morning, I realized it rose for me, too. When I go to sleep now, it doesn’t win. It’s mine again, and it can’t touch me.

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I am a rose, and I didn't used to have thorns I was just budding and my petals starting to emerge a man grabbed my flower, tearing my leaves I grew a few thorns, hoping it would be enough it was not enough another man came along and tore my petals off opening my budding flowers I was left broken and bruised so I covered myself in thorns sharp and large my new protection will this time be enough please let it be enough

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Nov 19, 2025

Nov 19, 2025 at 3:30 PM UTC

theperilouspoet77

the rose and its thorns

I am a rose, and I didn't used to have thorns I was just budding and my petals starting to emerge a man grabbed my flower, tearing my leaves I grew a few thorns, hoping it would be enough it was not enough another man came along and tore my petals off opening my budding flowers I was left broken and bruised so I covered myself in thorns sharp and large my new protection will this time be enough please let it be enough

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they say your skin is completely new after 7 years it's been 7 years but your touch still lingers I see you everywhere even though you aren't there your presence haunts me distrusting other me because of you you were supposed to protect me but you hurt me instead how can I trust after that you violated me and acted like nothing was wrong like it didn't consume me with fear and disgust and anger how dare you do this to me you told me to never let anyone touch me there but you broke the rule and did it yourself I was just a kid it's been 7 years but it still haunts me

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Apr 23, 2025

Apr 23, 2025 at 1:07 PM UTC

theperilouspoet77

7 years

they say your skin is completely new after 7 years it's been 7 years but your touch still lingers I see you everywhere even though you aren't there your presence haunts me distrusting other me because of you you were supposed to protect me but you hurt me instead how can I trust after that you violated me and acted like nothing was wrong like it didn't consume me with fear and disgust and anger how dare you do this to me you told me to never let anyone touch me there but you broke the rule and did it yourself I was just a kid it's been 7 years but it still haunts me

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You were a starving man, and I was a banquet. You came and devoured That which was not yours. Now not even vultures want a taste.

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Mar 5, 2024

Mar 5, 2024 at 11:56 AM UTC

renziix

Bitter Consumption

You were a starving man, and I was a banquet. You came and devoured That which was not yours. Now not even vultures want a taste.

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