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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
*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
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
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,
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
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
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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.
