Poems of a traumatized teen

“Are you okay?” 

No. I can feel myself slowly falling apart and there’s nothing I can do about it.

“It’s your fault you were assaulted”

I was 5. 5 fucking years old. I was a fucking kid. And even if I wasn’t a kid, it’s never the victims fault. Never.

It hurt. It hurt so fucking much. I was in so much pain for years. Bleeding because of how young I was. I remember laying on the floor because of it