we're told from a young age
that we should tell an adult
if we're being abused
but what if you've pushed
it so far back into your mind
that you can't remember who
or what
or when
or how

i know it happened
i know it did
but what if the only way
i can talk about it
is online
with strangers
who don't know me
in a poem

abuse is scary
****** abuse haunts me
i need to get it out
it's been 12 years
but i can't move on

So I guess this is the end?
No more laying in your bed. No more kissing in the rain.
I can't even say your name.


I knew it would eventually end. But I didn't expect it would take this turn.
I'm in pain and I am hurt.
I completely lost myself.
I don't know what to do.
I'm afraid I won't get through.

This is scary, this is sad.
I know it's not possible, but I want you back.
Yeah, we used to fight a lot.
But I always knew what's wrong.
Now you left me so confused.

Was it me or was it you?