not to put you in jail
just for a protection order
and of course
I was rejected
I asked for help
by two police officers
and they said
I was the issue
that I was a threat to myself
but the threat was you
when I asked for help
after an ambulance ride
after losing what was inside me
because of you
the hospital ride, ended with an overnight stay
because I could hurt myself
but I was bleeding because of you
as time passed
I became afraid to reach out for help
I was scared
that my trauma would be rejected
that as a survivor, no one had believed me before
so that wouldn't change
moving towns
find new friendships
and strong relationships
I reached out once again
and the fear, lying ;
to make sure I wouldn't be taken again
made me shut down
it took a while
but now I got help
and I don't have to be afraid
and I don't have to lie about my self-harm
I get the full help I need
which to me
is still strange
Loving myself
i sat in front of that chair
and she asked me
if I was a victim, a survivor
i couldn't look her in the eye
as I said no
she asked why
and I replied
I don't see myself that way
I didn't survive anything,
I was raped,
I was abused
but that wasn't surviving.
she asked why
i didn't view myself as a victim
and I said,
because I didn't stop them,

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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
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