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Hello, my name is Courtney Cook I suffer from PTSD, anxiety, depression, Bipolar, panic attacks, and ADHD.
Her innocence was snatched away as if she were being robbed And she was… The quietness of the empty home was so loud now that it was gone How she wished she were innocent again
Sitting in the chair Feeling like I’m gonna slip into unconscious Wondering when the abuse will stop New day brings more pain and new bruises
Don't come near me.. please stop right there. I don't want your hands... Although I know I said stop, a million different times, your hands caress my tiny body. Groping and grabbing,
Arid remarks Shrugged-off side glances Painted with painful disdains Torment and colorful disgust Intrinsically defined by nothing but Side comments and catcalls— Little girl.
To my "Love," No will ever love me like you, What you told me over and over like a broken record skipping on a familiar riff:
Sexual abuse happens to as many as 1 in 3 females and 1 in 4 males before the age of 18.Dissociation is one of the common coping mechanism of abuse.
Pain brings the saddest days or the happiest moments Pain of sacrifice is more bueatiful then a childs pain turned into a starlit lotus If you lose pain you lose focus
The line between right and wrong is now a blurry one
*this describes in great detail sexual abuse so stop reading now if you can't handle it* im meeting my childhood monster next month no one knows he's my monster no one even knows i have a monster like him
Here I am with him,
You pull me closer into you And lean in for a kiss I don't know what else to do But to find a place of bliss
Why did I put up a fight
I'm tired of pretending I'm tired of wearing fake smile. I'm tired of being numb I'm tired of coping. I'm tired of the flashbacks I'm tired of the nightmares. I'm tired of panic attacks,
Crystal blue dimming to a fog grey.
Don’t touch me Don’t look, talk, stalk, or even dare to plot Don’t think or even imagine
On the bed and on the bathroom counter I lost track of time, maybe two hours? I completely devoured the passion you were incredibly lacking and got a high of pure satisfaction
Acknowledging It. Barbie pink panties and an oversized tee Time to pick her cherry tree Innocence, gift and curse Him playing doctor and her playing nurse
you learn about it hear about it have sympathy for those whom have come across it but never do you consider it these fouR letters they never have had meaning to you
His carefully constructed kingdom of sand
The things we could do, if we only thought to. The kids we could save, if attention we paid. The unnecessary pain we know drives them insane and we could be the ones
Dear Mister, Miss, Doctor "So-and-so", there's a pain in my heart that I can't let go You see that kid in the back with that sad, shy smile? Take a walk in his shoes for at least a mile.
..If they just knew that it is all just a play..Ha i cant believe people can fall for a fake face so easily ..Fake smiles ..Fake laughs ..If they just knew how my life really is ..If they just knew how my past has been..If they knew how much I hat
I cry myself to sleep at night, hoping I'll wake to see the light. The beautiful light so warm and so bright, but soon I sleep and relive the fright. First I feel the water so warm and refreshing, then he joins me I start regressing.
I see your bruises My Dear, I see your scars. You have been torn apart, Piece by delicate piece. I will try to sew you back together. Here is my needle, and here is my thread.
I wonder if she even cares about me? All this name calling is wearing and tearing on my internally My confidence level has dropped and My the respect I have for myself is lacking
(poe Things weren’t always so simple for me Sitting on the playground and wondering why no kids would play with me
it’s the one four-letter word that doesn’t get censored in newspapers but instead gets thrown around in Call of Duty victories, “haha, dude i ****ed you!”, it’s not lust
dreary nights pass before mei lay in a bed of flowersi feel a nuisance to everyoneas Ive wonder what i ve done wrongi think of nothing severmy heart pounding in my chestracing as i contemplate
I once thought of you as my father Although your blood doesn't run through my veins That's what I claimed But then one day; Like glass shattering, something snapped in you You took advantage of me
Protesting to me is an art It is a way to defend yourself, a point of view, a way to start To start a change or change someone else's way To stop the violence or stop the drugs ...
Small and vulnerable, she listened to you. You showed her, made her believe your love was true. She didn't ask for this.