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Personal Piece- Contains upsetting material - 3 of my poems.
pain is
pain is waking up in the middle of the night with nightmaares.
pain is being to scared to tell the truth abot how u really feel.
pain is crying all the time.
pain is flashbacks all day long.
pain is fearing your own life.
pain is feeling u need to hurt yourself because ur hurting.
pain is reliving experiences daily.
pain is being bullied by those you trust.
pain is blaming yourself for your rape.
pain is having ptsd.
pain is feeling scared most of the time.
never-a poem for the baby i miscaried
I was 15. i was r*ped. i find out im pregnant. i tell noone. i was 8 weeks gone. i was bl**ding. i went to hospital. was told id lost it. i told none of my fanmillii or freinds. i never felt it kick. it was never born. i never heard it cry. i never held it. never smiled at it. i never fed it. i never gotta do any of these things. i feel guilty because in someways im glad it never was alive. never had to have constant remindres of how it was consieved. never had to admit i was pregnant at 15.
the real me
noones ever seen the real me. theyve jjust seen my fake facade. the real me is burried deep inside me trying to release its self to people.
the real me is a quiet shy upset little thing whooose being crushed inside out dailly by her innner tears, pain and anger. the fake me smilles all the time and pretends to be happy.
the real me is covered by a invisibility cloak so nobody sees her. the fake me sits on the surface for all to seee.
the real me wants to express how she feels but isnt able to because when asked questions the fake me always awnsers i cant show how i really feel. because im scared of the reactions of others.
the real me thinks she wants to come out but the fake me wants to bury me deeper and deeper
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