TW: Mentions of SA, Disturbing topics

Poem 1: Bite

i want to tear my skin.

i want to get rid of it.

it hurts, to know that he got away scot free.

 i couldnt do anything though, not like there were any witnesses.

he had me far away from the group when he touched me.

i had no witnesses, no evidence. 

 my word wouldnt have been enough. 

 maybe thats why i froze, because i knew that if i fought back then i'd be leaving the mark.

or maybe it was because it hurt.

it hurt to know my best friend did that to me. 

 yet i feel shameful.

i just stood there. i did nothing.

others have gone through worse, far worse than me.

he only touched me through my clothes. others get raped.

others get groped. 

 im lucky i guess.

is it selfish to still cry about it?

its been two years.

why does it still hurt?

i see him everyday.

he talks to me. 

 that stupid smile on his face.

he even got some dumbass haircut, he looks so stupid.

god i wish i punched him.

i shoulve stabbed him harder. 

 i shouldve bit him.

Authors note: I was SA'd by a fellow classmate on a feild trip in eight grade. We were at some civil war event and they were firing fake canons and real guns, i have trauma with loud sudden noises so i was on the vurge of breaking down and a former friend took advantage of me. im a sophmore now.