i was too young to hurt but i did
the fingers and other parts that went inside of me caused me hurt
i didn't understand why going to the bathroom hurt me sometimes
or why i would bleed from down there
the man who should have protected me was the man who caused it to hurt in the first place
his hands that gripped my thighs when he should have been gripping my hand as we crossed the street
it hurt more and more until it finally stopped
but every day i still feel the hurt from when i was young
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things ill never say (poetry)
Poetrypoems written about my trauma, past abuse, heartache, suicidal tendencies, and other things of that nature along with some lighter poems. most will be triggering. please read with caution.
