A/n: Another poem! I feel like I need to begin adding triggers because some of these have triggering topics.
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Trigger warnings:
•Suicide mentions
•Rape and Abuse
It was a daily routine that dad would touch my forearm,
He'd slip into my room when mother was gone.
This in itself should have raised an alarm,
And as I got older, I felt so withdrawn.
He'd come into my room when the house was quiet,
And fondle with me when I was asleep.
Sometimes it wasn't even in private,
And sometimes he made promises he'd never even keep.
He told me i'd be okay as long as no one knew,
But trauma always stayed with me,
No matter what I tried to do,
No matter who I pretended to be, or what I wanted to believe was true.
His face always haunted me in my sleep,
And his words always stung me, and ran so deep.
His chilling voice should have rang some bells-or clicked,
That even though I was his daughter there wasn't a chance in hell that he'd ever give a shit.
I was used in such a way that made me puke afterwards,
Though not that he cared,
Or-at least not in a positive way, or that he used words.
And when my body was abused in the ways he forced,
When I was begging him to stop but it was like he rehearsed.
I was told that there were others who had it much worse,
So I closed my mouth and let him immerse.
Screaming and struggling never worked,
So I just became numb.
I stoped with my complaining and watched as he smirked.
I was always alert,
I knew that he lurked,
And still to this day,
On my sixteenth birthday,.
I have yet to speak up and I've yet to make him go away,
So I walk to my room and wait for my decay.
I know that there's always a place I can stay,
At my best friend's house, but would she believe the story of my pain?
I take a deep breath and let out a somber sigh,
And if this doesn't work than i'll cross my fingers and hope to die.
I hear dad's footsteps and I open my window, I jump out to run where I hope to stay,
I can't take another touch..I have to run away.
And if Father is somehow able to find me,
I'll run to the bridge that's near the street,
And i'll jump off to claim death, which I hope to greet.
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PoetryJust random poetry I wrote, because why not? Most of it-well, like, all of it will be about some triggering topics like depression, anxiety, self-harm, and Eating disorders. There will also be death of children, lovers, maybe classmates-oh, there w...
