POETRY

YOU LOOK ME OVER
I SHUDDER
I KNOW WHERE THIS IS GOING
I KNOW WHAT YOU’LL DO NEXT
YOU INSTRUCT ME
TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES
I OBEY
SCARED AND FRIGHTENED
ALONE AND WITH NO ONE TO HELP ME
I SHUDDER AGAIN
WHEN WILL THIS NIGHTMARE END
I DO WHATYOU SAY
BECAUSE ITS JUST EASIER THAT WAY
BUT INSIDE
I’M CRYING
DYING
CRINGING
FEELING DEAD
SEEING RED
WANT TO END IT
WANT TO QUIT
YOU DO THE DEED
THE PAIN, I FEEL
THEN YOU LEAVE
AND I START TO HEAVE
VOMITING EVERYWHERE
I CANT BEAR
TO THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU JUST DID
OR THAT I’M JUST A KID

Author: Carol anne

I am in my mid 40's. I'm blind and I have dissociative identity disorder, I also have complex PTSD. I blog about my life with these disorders. I live in Ireland.

18 thoughts on “POETRY”

      1. Sorry to hear that but I hope it’s the kind of broken that hurts so good. What I mean is sometimes pain can be a good reminder that we can still feel something, if that makes sense. ❤

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  6. The injustices and crimes against you are something I wish I could have prevented. I wish these violations never occurred. You are innocent and they are Criminals.

    I cannot imagine your pain.

    But I do some things about your courage.

    Your friend,
    Leslie
    In America

    Grateful for you. Grateful for your Life.

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