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unspokenwordsbyhb · 1 year
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fledgeling-child · 10 months
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medicineteeth · 6 months
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I know you didn’t mean to not notice the abuse.
You say it almost every time we talk,
“If only you had told me.”
That would’ve helped,
But a little girl isn’t supposed to be so good at hiding her wounds.
If only you had noticed.
I know you didn’t mean to,
But why is it my fault
For “hiding things so well.”
Dear god,
I didn’t even know what I was doing.
I don’t want to be angry,
I know you didn’t mean to,
But mom,
It is not my fault
For being a scared little girl,
With no one she can trust.
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flowersbark · 4 months
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my body
my autonomy
my philosophy
my psychology
will always just be
what you made of me
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milkyspine · 5 months
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— gynecologist, room 202
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pixiedoll2 · 17 days
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I'm a little lamb
A sacrificial lamb to their happiness
They keep dragging me to the alter
Im destined to get hurt over and over again
So they can wear the "perfect family " title
While the little lamb bleeds out in the background
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a-is-healing · 27 days
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Poems for Survivors
Hello survivors,
If you are a CSA or SA survivor, I want to write you a poem.
If you want this, send an ask. Either a few words you want me to use. Or your story. Or anything you want.
Poetry is a part of my CSA recovery and I would like to share this with other survivors.
I care about you and I am proud of you, and keep fighting.
Signed, A.
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mimikyudying · 9 months
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i tried
i took the pills i was given
i went to the hospital
i tried to get better
i tried to forget you
i tried to forgive you
i pretended it never happened
i changed everything about myself
but you left a stain on me
and it’ll never go away
no matter how much i try
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sirenicornio · 17 days
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I'm surprised by people who call Alois a whore or a slut, because I've never really seen Alois behave that way and it makes me wonder, did we see the same show? Yes, it is somewhat flirtatious and "provocative", but it does not go beyond that line. On the contrary, he was very jealous and possessive of the people he considered important. A character like Gilbert Cocteau, to contrast, does have more characteristics mentioned (but he is a victim of sa, so those characteristics should not be attributed to him at all)
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unspokenwordsbyhb · 1 year
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deer-eyed-dolly · 8 months
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SOUNDS LIKE DESIRE
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gorkaya-trava · 6 months
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fever // 2021
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TW (CSA)
A hard thing for me about being a CSA survivor/victim is that it can be like living a double life.
I’ll stand in the supermarket check out line like I didn’t have a seriously effed up childhood, holding some discounted fruit. And no one around me knows that I’m trying to cope with the earth-shattering knowledge that my own mother and father were my abusers. And most other people seem to be waiting in line with their supplies as though they have no idea the pain that someone can inflict on another.
Some people sadly probably do know about this deep pain. However, we just wait there with our waiting faces, trying to get our food and go.
It’s like I’ve just survived a horrendous ship wreck and I’ve pulled myself to shore. My hair is matted, clothes hanging off, pale skin, dirty nails, shivering, no shoes, and a wild desperation in my eyes. And the people around me are just walking past.
The invisibility I feel as a survivor is no one’s fault, however it’s so strange living in a world where many others have no idea of the suffering I’ve experienced.
And the expectation is there that I should be a fully functioning adult with a job, neat little life, and average levels of happiness. When I’m still coming to terms with what I lost in a storm.
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princessofpatras · 2 months
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It’s Been Eighteen Years Since My Last Confession
Forgive me, Father,
I couldn’t swallow the god
you shoved down my throat.
The flesh and the wine
were too much for my stomach,
the prayer too hard
on my knees.
The holiest part
of your book is the plot—it’s
been feeding the moths,
like you feed your own
greed with the lies that you sell.
You satisfy your appetites
using your proximity to a savior
who’d hate you if he could see
how you look from my point of view—
searching for heaven
on my knees.
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milkyspine · 2 months
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