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Him (poem about rape & depression) -
April 7th 2014, 11:37 AM
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Him- not his personality, appearance or smile -but something more distressing,
Not a story nor a tale but a fact that nobody seems to comprehend, they just see it as a label -transgressing,
Apparently that’s my fault,
An indecent act, rape, sexual assault,
Put a label on it- like everybody you've ever heard,
Once melancholy kills me will my death be labelled as simply suicide- a word that sums up millions of deaths worldwide, millions of different situations given the same label- how absurd,
I remember- arms forcing me, restraining me, overpowering me
I remember hands- choking me as I felt my airway being constricted- I feel nothing near to be free,
I don’t deserve to be breathing, I don’t want to be here, I don’t want to live- I’m less than nothing- no more than worthless but close to lifeless,
Silence,
I’m dead,
Or At least I wish- my unheard words, the things they had or hadn't said,
My grades declining,
I’m a failure- my goals- I see no point in redefining,
I see no purpose to life at all anymore,
I feel like I've lost my innocence or at least what was left of it, that I can never get back and had no control over- now I’m just your typical used up worthless whore,
Sweet deep punctures in my thighs,
Not even they can bleed tears that stop the despondent cries,
Here’s where my sweet story ends,
As my hope fades- the once present smile on my face no longer pretends.
~ Words scar, Rumors destroy and bullies kill ~
~ I'm just another nobody.
~ You can't tell how much suffering is on a face that's always smiling </3
~ Be my friend.
hold me.
wrap me up.
unfold me.
I am small and needy.
Warm me up and breathe me.
❤❤❤
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Re: Him (poem about rape & depression) -
April 7th 2014, 11:51 AM
Very beautifully written!
Do you ever get a little bit tired of life
Like you're not really happy but you don't wanna die
Like you're hanging by a thread but you gotta survive
'Cause you gotta survive
Re: Him (poem about rape & depression) -
April 7th 2014, 06:56 PM
I agree with Dez, this is beautiful. It's also very relatable. Keep posting! I'd love to read more of your work.
If clarity's in death, then why won't this die?
Years of tearing down our banners, you and I
Living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts Give me back my girlhood, it was mine first