Trapped in my own head

By WildImaginations16

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She is an outcast. She finds it easier to express what she feels in the form of writing. Whether it is poems... More

Survival Mode: ON
choices we make
who are you?
Note to readers
two hours in the psych dept.
when he visits
true feelings?
feeling like a failure
things you make me do
a letter to Cyrus
eleftherΓ­a
you're falling again
lonely again
mysterious forest
suffering
soul
just listen
please, just let me be
mom
opening up
hfa
a glimmer of hope
silver lining
younger self
darkness
rooftop
birthday
courage
i got this?
are you proud of me?
repressed memories
safe space
proud of you
flower
trickle
leave
pieces
listen
she
you
zoning out
dream or...nightmare?
i can't be selfish
why do i feel this way?
I've been hurt enough
rest
i am different (a fault, maybe)
naked truth
i wished
hurt
happy
happy new year
show up
i'm fine
calm or a storm
escape
when?
empath
cause
reminder
failed attempts
words cut deeper than any blade
when will life begin?
happy once again
burden
height
fault
abandon myself
a choice
aflame
holding on
hide
a fortress against the storm
the ways we express
emotions: the ink in our water
the silent pleaser

touch

52 3 0
By WildImaginations16

Disclaimer: The following includes sexual assault. Might be disturbing to some readers.

They touch my body without warning,
without consent.
When I look them in their eyes,
they look at me as though that wasn't their intent.
I see them scorning
while my self esteem is mourning.

On being confronted,
they behave as though it wasn't their fault.
They say, it's my body and not them.
Which is why they have a tough time keeping their hands to themselves, it seems.

Little do they know,
that they touch me for those few seconds,
and I become numb for a few minutes after the incident.
But they leave scars that don't leave for years.

These scars persist in the form of
Being uncomfortable of touch,
Being scared of men,
Not being able to visit the location where the assault took place,
Being anxious in crowded places,
And losing memory of the dark incidents.

I want these scars to fade away,
but they get deeper with every man gazing at me.
I wish I could wash them off.
But now, I have self harm marks
that reminds me of how broken, helpless, and alone I'd felt in that moment.

I guess, I am stronger now?
Or, have I just become numb?

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