The truth I hold, took years to unfold, locked up and never told. Now I speak, for I am done being weak. A story I will tell, awakening the pits of my hell.
 Pinned against the wall, being six a little small. Tongue against my chest, you can imagine the rest. Touching, feeling, my eyes rolling to the ceiling. I push away, forced down, screaming, but i was never found.
 Day and night, always full of fright kissing, sucking, nonstop fucking. Crying, weeping and always pleading.
Was I that bad of a kid? Why was I auctioned to this demon with the highest bid? Sold to the pervert in the chair, dragged off stage by the strings of my hair.
No one cares about you he said, cutting my wrist wishing I were dead. He’s right you see, all these years no one gave a damn about me. AÂ puppet I am to him, dangling from limb to limb.
 The Years pass on by, I have no tears left to cry. I escaped this hate, no more videos left to tape. Drinking here, smoking there, my life is hard to share.
 Everyday that goes by, I feel ashamed and want to die. I tried to share my story to those I trust, But all they wanted was my lust. Met a boy, come to find out I was just his toy. I wanted to help his soul, but instead I paid his toll. Being punched in the face, always leaving without a trace.
Falling down in the dirt, cloths stained, blood soaked skirt.
 The cold making me shiver, Drinking the flask and damaging my liver. Why should I care about my life, here I go carving myself with a knife. Blood dripping down my thigh, hatred fills me like a high.
All numb, can’t feel a thing, the mourning doves ready to sing. I am not dead, Just hanging by a thread. The ambulance speeding so fast, all I can see is a movie of my past. All stitched up ready to go, put your cloths on you stupid hoe.
This is how i lead my life so take a seat and watch the show. Dancing for there eyes to see, please someone set me free. The years passed on by, still living my past as a lie.
I am sad at times, past full of all these crimes. Smiling to all, putting my hands out, breaking my fall. I would like to share my voice, It’s up to me to make that choice.
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Brooklyn..
I finally completed it..
That made me sad. You should email me? :c
Are you okay?
no.
Is that a no to emailing or to are you okay? Or to both?
its a no to im not okay
email me
I don’t know your email…?
brooklynboxx@gmail.com
:'( made me cry Brooklyn. hang in there.
im trying but im slipping. My hands are burning. And im just so close to letting go. Cause i dont think i have the strength to climb back up.. yet again..
Brooklyn, show them your true self. The you that no one met yet. Not the slut, not the hoe that everyone thinks you are. As long as you gain the trust of one person, they can be your million. All you need to see is the light at the end of the tunnel, though I can hardly see it at all, it’s there. You are brave to have made it this far already, and you’re poetry is amazing. You are talented, but no one sees. It is so easy to make someone think you’re worthless, yet so hard to make them see your talent. Just try, try, and find that one person. Find your million.
That was so sad to read. Just know that you are a strong person. Tell everyone who hurts you to f*** off, because you are as free as you want to be. No one controls you.
brroklyn hang in there girl this made me ball my eyes out youur to beautiful to slip away just yet
Anonedas. My heart and soul bleed for your pain.
Thank you guys :/ I fell asleep around 3 last night, and im at school now. I managed not to cut. But i have my razor with me at school today on my chain… just encase anything happens.. i just have a feeling today is gonna be a bad day 🙁 if anything happens ill let you know .. :/
I can’t believe you managed to turn such pain and suffering into such beautiful poetry.
I’m sorry for you and also completely amazed.
Thank you muspelhem
don’t tell me that all this stuff happened to you! tell me your just writing it.
No it did.. raped 5-8 by my grandpa till he died multiple times
raped by brother age 8
sexually assaulted 7th grade
sexually assaulted 9th grade
this is horrible. im so sorry. i’m here to care about you though.
i’m hoping this has all stopped now. thank you for the comment on my post telling me to read this, im glad i did. we’re not alone. we have a battle to win, and yes, im sure we can.
this world is shit and its hard to live in but you’ve got some of us. stay strong.