'Childhood Trauma'
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their screams block out my echos
my cries for help
as the inner child in me crumbles
and dies
slowly but surely
i wonder to myself
will she be remembered?
i envy her
Sometimes im afraid i’ll end up like him. Im scared ill become his spitting image. Sometimes when i get upset i get angry and i feel like hurting people.
I don’t want to hurt anyone, please don’t let me hurt anyone.
Thank you mom
For choosing my dad
For giving me life
For giving me perspective
For challenging me
For pushing me to want to do better than what I was seeing
For showing me the toxic traits I want to avoid
They’ll check your smile
Once in a while
But no one truly cares
The are so unaware
My Lifeless body floating through life
Hush little baby don’t you cry
Mama gonna do drugs tonight
And if those drugs doesn’t work
Mama will take it out on you
The world is a place
where hopes and dreams slowly get erased
that little boy you once were is now just a memory
the world broke him in so many ways
Now this little boy feels like a disgrace
As a child, I too had trauma and adult responsibilities
I too, slept in my car wondering when I would eat
I too, had dreams of helping others
while learning to love myself
I too, worked hard to stand up
It’s hard to bloom
Without any roots
So I am my own roots now
My own soil, my own water,
Look at this flower
These pigmented petals
Sometimes the soulRises up. Dances in the sky. SometimesIt liesDefeated on the ground. •Somtimes theWind gently blowsThrough the fieldsOf corn. Sometimes it turnsTo cold and wet Leaving all the earthCompletely shorn. •Sometimes the nightIs stil
I am from all the forgotten places,
from the depths, and the tall grasses.
I am from the splintered glass,
vile, painful.
It tasted like rust and salt,
