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I am proud... But also confused
Self-Harm Recovery / by IAmTooTiredToThinkOfAUser
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 March 2nd
...See more Guys! I am 40 days free!!! I am proud, don't get me wrong, but I am also upset. Like I'm happy I'm free. Finally. But I'm not happy because I am happy. I'm not comfortable with it. Idk. Anyone relate? Got any advice?
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A poem I wrote about parental abuse
Trauma Support / by IAmTooTiredToThinkOfAUser
Last post
 March 11th
...See more A Love Poem | Lee This is a love poem to my mom Because I know she loves me My Step Dad could have set a bomb In my room, and you would pretend you didn’t see I’m hurt, and you did this In the hospital room, alone, with grippy socks But when I was gone, I wasn’t even missed I sat on the floor of a hospital, watching the clocks But see what people dont know hurts For when I OD on pills you refused to take me to the ER For help, love, care, AND FOR YOU TO GIVE A F***, I thirst For those things decided it was best to be far But this is a love poem to my mother The buttons she sewed in my eyes were too loose But it wasn’t too loose for my brother Thank you Mom, for all the abuse Abuse you would never claim Even when the police show up I know you would just frame Me for manipulation like I didn’t give a f*** But what you dont know, Mom Is that I defend your a** every single godd*** day Excuses after excuses for so long Just so maybe you would love me, and stay However, this is a love poem, to Mama Guess what? It's not normal to cut someone's hair when they don’t consent Everytime I struggle it's just drama And you used to scream at the top of your lungs, whenever there's an event “Stop being a b****" “I never called you a b**** I said you were ACTING like one” Thinking about it gives me the ick Because you would never do this, to your son You hurt me so bad That when people actually brought me BASIC F***ING needs I wanted to hurt myself And to me that’s so sad But you wouldn’t know, because all that’s false is how I felt. Yet this is a love poem to Mommy I am glad I left the house I thought was home Oh if you just actually just saw me Then maybe we wouldn’t both be alone. This is a love poem to my mom Because I know what she loves to be For after every storm there is a calm And Ik you don’t like it, but I go by Lee -Lee
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