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Sad Insights to a Broken Soul 

I have a really hard time verbalizing all the abuse on all different levels I have received over many years. I have carried alot on my own and the struggle is real. A way I have learnt to cope in a safe space is through writing poetry about my pain and hurt from trauma. I hope to be able to share some of it with other survivors. Maybe one day I will be able to write my stories on here and externalize the burden I carry daily.

Please feel free to leave comments, let me know I'm not alone and your views are welcome to

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*T* Ultimate Loss

He raped me once He raped me twice, I had to pay the fucking price He knocked me up I miss carried Heavy shit on life It's what I see Now Someday I hope he'll pay. Karma will get him I hope my pain goes away It's not fair My body used Then I had the baby blues That was taken A few weeks later More grieving for me The arsehole u see He's the one who's walking free

Melz

Melz

 

Masked

Happy front Hidden tears Practise from many years I silence myself Don't speak unless it's kind Mum taught me that much Had the marks belted into me from behind. She was tough Deep deep sadness Never to surface To many scars unseen A life time of hurt. I overcome all things Many take time I push on through Like I've always had to Strong and alone Makes the road so dark I'm still standing I always find my spark. Don't judge me Unless you've been in my

Melz

Melz

 

I am tired

I am tired Tired of holding hurt Tired of holding pain Some days I think, that I am going insane. I am tired Tired of being scared Tired of being brave Some days I just want to break down and have that be ok. I am tired Tired of power and control Tired of judgement to People being ugly to one another Verbally and unspeakable. Hidden from view I am just tired I just want to rest I want to live a life A life at my best So let me take a break Let me

Melz

Melz

 

*T* wounded 1 year ago today

A penis A Bottle Your fingers to You think it's your right To help yourself, through and through  The word Stop! The word No! Ignored as if they were never said You hurt me alot Drew blood to This was just after  You left your residue I'm emotionally numb In shock you could say Nothing will ever Take this amount of pain away. What makes it worse, I write this today Even though it marks a year Seems like it

Melz

Melz

 

Sad insights to a broken soul

Lights do shine Darkness does fade Bad things happen It's not how we are made. It hurts so much No power, no care I was left, just lying there Deshevilled and distressed I don't understand why This is me now, I am a mess I want to express my world of pain But nothing comes, just silence and shame. I have been wounded in almost every way Damaged goods, no bright future for me I can not be fixed, just healed with time I jus

Melz

Melz

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