trauma isn't soft edges
it's harsh lines
it's running a boiling hot bath at 3 am over your skin watching it turn red
it's crying because you still feel their hands even though it's been years since it happened
it's feeling empty yet full of pain
it's wishing to die
it isn't beautiful at all even though people try to make it
trauma hurts
it burns
it cuts through you like a giant knife
it keeps you awake
it conceives you that you don't deserve anything good again
it happened and there's nothing that can change that
no matter what it'll always be there
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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.
