reeceith

[reeceith]

Here’s a little poem I wrote about being a SA survivor

I Hate

I hate how you made it seem normal

I hate how I used to think that

I was lucky

I could’ve had it worse

I was young

I didn’t know what was happening

I didn’t know that it was wrong

I hate that I know now

I hate how my

“Bad days”

Are replaying what you did to me

Over and

Over and

Over

I hate how I planned out a

Medusa tattoo

Because of what you did

When I was seven

I hate how it’s been ten years

And I still can’t get

Over

It

I hate how we share the same

Blood

But what I hate the most

Is how I don’t hate You

[reeceith]

⚠️TW⚠️ MENTIONS SELF HARM

Here’s a little snipbit of this week’s poem. It’s not done yet but I wanted to showcase these lines to show that you’re not alone.

And when the voices

Get so loud that

I can’t even find

My own

I cut a little deeper

A little harder

And then I can finally

Breathe

[reeceith]

An excerpt from this week’s poem:

I accepted the abuse

Never physical though

Those can be

Covered up

Those scars heal,

I know because

I’ve made them on

Myself

Between my thighs.

For you.

[reeceith]

⚠️TW⚠️ MENTIONS SELF HARM

Here’s a little snipbit of this week’s poem. It’s not done yet but I wanted to showcase these lines to show that you’re not alone.

And when the voices

Get so loud that

I can’t even find

My own

I cut a little deeper

A little harder

And then I can finally

Breathe

[reeceith]

An excerpt from this week’s poem:

I accepted the abuse

Never physical though

Those can be

Covered up

Those scars heal,

I know because

I’ve made them on

Myself

Between my thighs.

For you.