I'm not a survivor in this
I still live it every day
The feeling of his hands on my legs
The feeling of stupidity as I hopeless try to pull away
YOU ARE READING
the brokenness
Poetrymy poetry from over the years tw: mention of self harm, eating disorder, and rape
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I'm not a survivor in this
I still live it every day
The feeling of his hands on my legs
The feeling of stupidity as I hopeless try to pull away
