Here's the thing about trauma:
It's a liar.
It's a deceiver.
It's a manipulator.
It will tell you, from other mouths,
That it's your fault.
That it's your fault that you can't heal.
That it's your fault that you're this way.
That it's you who won't move on.
This is wrong.
It is not your fault.
The others can't say that they know what your going through.
Because, chances are,
They haven't been abused in the way you have.
Mentally, Physically, Emotionally.
They haven't had fresh wounds for days,
Caused by the hurtfulness of someone
You used to idolize.
They probably haven't seen
their world fall apart.
They most likely haven't been
Forced to be strong
While it is.
And I won't tell you
To keep going,
To not hide weakness,
To fake it until you make it.
Because you're probably sick
Of pretending.
So instead,
I will tell you
Something very few will.
I'm proud of you.
because you are still here.
YOU ARE READING
My Random Thoughts
Poetrycompletely random things going on in my life that i need to express - mostly in poetry form (I'm slowly editing and adding poems. I made a majority of these when I was in middle school and had no clue what I was doing. Sorry for that.)
