At
At age five, you touched me
in places I didn't even know I had
at age 8
as a girl I trusted you
but you touched me
and I was the one who got in trouble
at age 14
you stole my virginity
through drugs
and all I remember is the blood
at age 17
you took my lack of trust
the walls I had built
to throw them on the ground
lift me over them
and let me down
at age 18
the same..
at age 20
you used my love for you
to get your way
when I asked you
if you would stay
you said without labels, yes
if I listened to your wants, yes
and so I did
I let you do what you wanted with me
because your slow breath
healed my wounds
even when your penetrations
opened them again
but you left
Trust
I broke your trust
when I ran away from home
and I pay for that
by little things
when I don't have enough rent
and need to ask you for money
I try every other option
exhausting myself and body
to get by
so I don't have to look you in the eyes
and ask for your help
after being a shit daughter
Help
The first time
I tried asking for help
I was told I was lying
the second time
I was a whore
I went to court against you

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heartbroken: a compilation
PoetryA series of poems describing the turmoil of loving, breakups, depression, and learning to deal with it. TRIGGER WARNING; talks about suicide, rape, domestic violence and self-harm