You've hurt me in more ways than I can count
Stomped me flat like an elephant on the run
Wrung me out like a used towel ready to be disposed of
Beaten me to mush
You've twisted my mind in ways that shouldn't make sense
Made a whole new world
Filled only with loss and grief
Yet somehow this still hurts more
This wasn't the stabbing of the knife
Nor the twisting of it
This was the extraction of the blade all together
Leaving only pain and emptiness behind
This is what had me on my knees
Begging for relief
My sanity
Those three words
That's what ruined me
"Don't trust her."
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Trauma Bonding
PoetrySometimes we all just need a safe place to share our stories TW: Talk of self-harm, suicide, and sexual assault
