Without waiting we don't understand the grouping realization that I survived
I stopped feeling a prisoner to him
I am fearful of anybody
Alive but empty, sobbing and screaming
Being pushed and shoved
Frozen as they hovered together
Scared of talking
Drained from being empty
Too young to be risking my life but I kept letting you harm me
I survived
YOU ARE READING
the brokenness
Poetrymy poetry from over the years tw: mention of self harm, eating disorder, and rape
