I am sorry to startle you like this, but I need to tell you something that is very hard and painful to say.
Last Tuesday afternoon I have been attacked by a guy in a park near my house.
He molested me, beat me up and tried to rape me.
I fought back and luckily I succeeded to get away from him.
Don’t worry, my physical injuries are not that serious. Just a lot of bruises and a concussion.
Mentally, I am not that lucky. Especially because this is not the first time I’ve been abused.
Because I need some time to heal and I don’t really have a clue what this is going to do to my PTSD, I have decided to stop writing on my blog for a while. So, this will be my last poem until I feel better.
I will return of course, but for now, I need some time for myself.
Lots of Love,
*Warning* May contain triggers!
Against my will
Hands leave bruises on my
I fight, but cannot win
Like the beast you are
Every inch of me
on my body
In my mind
I fight, but you are stronger
You’re searching hasty
For what you want to take from me
Closing my eyes because
I don’t want to
Until I go
Fear and fury unleashed
I fight, and break free
Beat up but never
But I know damn well
I won’t be able to run
From another damn