u/Massive-Mousse-9738

My trauma

(Partially NSFW)

(Disclaimer I am NOT trying to talk about killing myself I am talking about my experience from my trauma)

I’ve been through a lot of the matter of 18 years. I have adhd, asthma, ptsd, trauma, anxiety, depression. My father gave me PTSD. He physically abused me, choking, emotionally abused me by gaslighting. I was 12 and 13 when he choked me (My biological father). My moms ex, 2012-2016, physically abused me from when I was like 4 or 5-8 or 9 yrs old. I never told my mom until the day she left him. Hell when I was 5 I almost got raped. When I was 7 I fucking died. I’ve been through a lot. Hell I’ve been bullied my whole life like kindergarten until like senior year. But around junior year I started to defend myself. But it was always you’re gay you’re this you’re that then I eventually ended up coming out as gay. When I was 15 & 16 I tried to kill myself. I told my sister she should die bc she still supports my father, the guy that physically abused me. I was on FaceTime with my mom when I was 12 when he took the phone out of my hand pointed the camera to me and started choking me. It’s emotionally exhausting, I’m 9 months seizure free, which you have to be 5 months free to get a license, and my mom said no. I’m in college and I feel like I’m failing. Like there’s so much I’ve been through. So my friends, 2 of them, suggested vanishing. Running away. But I woudlnt do it right now, I would wait until I’m financially stable and could afford to go somewhere. Oh also my moms mom basically fucking hates me. Religion was forced on me and I was told I’m gonna go to hell for being gay. That’s a lot that I’ve been through in 18 yrs. Also when k told my mom abt my rape story she told me to be quiet abt it and not tell anyone. I’m gonna run away but I’m not quite sure where yet but I know somewhere in Latin America. I’ve been thinking either Mexico, Brazil or Argentina. But I wouldn’t bounce until I’m like 20. I need to save up money.

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u/Massive-Mousse-9738 — 8 days ago
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I’ve been through a lot of the matter of 18 years. I have adhd, asthma, ptsd, trauma, anxiety, depression. My father gave me PTSD. He physically abused me, choking, emotionally abused me by gaslighting. I was 12 and 13 when he choked me (My biological father). My moms ex, 2012-2016, physically abused me from when I was like 4 or 5-8 or 9 yrs old. I never told my mom until the day she left him. Hell when I was 5 I almost got raped. When I was 7 I fucking died. I’ve been through a lot. Hell I’ve been bullied my whole life like kindergarten until like senior year. But around junior year I started to defend myself. But it was always you’re gay you’re this you’re that then I eventually ended up coming out as gay. When I was 15 & 16 I tried to kill myself. I told my sister she should die bc she still supports my father, the guy that physically abused me. I was on FaceTime with my mom when I was 12 when he took the phone out of my hand pointed the camera to me and started choking me. It’s emotionally exhausting, I’m 9 months seizure free, which you have to be 5 months free to get a license, and my mom said no. I’m in college and I feel like I’m failing. Like there’s so much I’ve been through. So my friends, 2 of them, suggested vanishing. Running away. But I woudlnt do it right now, I would wait until I’m financially stable and could afford to go somewhere. Oh also my moms mom basically fucking hates me. Religion was forced on me and I was told I’m gonna go to hell for being gay. That’s a lot that I’ve been through in 18 yrs. Also when k told my mom abt my rape story she told me to be quiet abt it and not tell anyone. I’m gonna run away but I’m not quite sure where yet but I know somewhere in Latin America. I’ve been thinking either Mexico, Brazil or Argentina. But I wouldn’t bounce until I’m like 20. I need to save up money.

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u/Massive-Mousse-9738 — 8 days ago

When I think about you I feel love,

The kind that makes my heart want to explode,

The kind that makes me want to hug you,

The kind that makes me want to explore your soul,

The kind that makes me feel warm even when I’m physically cold,

The kind that makes me annoy my friends by talking about you to them every day.

Every single day I think about you,

You’re stuck in my head,

I can’t go one day without thinking about you,

Always wondering if you’re okay,

Always wondering if you love me the way I love you.

Do you?

Do you love me the way I love you?

And I don’t care if you think you’re ugly.

I love your eyes,

Your body,

Your face,

Your voice,

Your soul.

Your soul is the most beautiful part of you.

I love staring at your profile picture because your eyes are very very beautiful.

You have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen.

I love you.

I don’t care if you think you bring people down.

I still love you.

You’re the first person I’ve ever dated that I actually felt heartbreak with when we broke up.

It means I love you.

No matter what happens, I will always love you.

You will always be my first heartbreak because I love you.

If anything had ever happened to you, I would emotionally break down.

If you had ever died, I don’t know if I could even exist on this earth anymore.

If you ever leave me on seen, I breakdown because I feel like I did something wrong.

But it’s because I’m an over thinker,

But the moment you actually do message back, I get butterflies in my stomach.

Just you sending me a reel on Instagram makes me feel better, because it means you thought of me.

Even if it’s just one reel.

It makes me happy.

I love you so much,

And I must say too, you are the first person I have ever cried for after the breakup.

You really do mean a lot to me and I hope you know that,

And I find it odd because we only dated for 16 days too.

You were the best person I have ever dated.

You were always nice to me.

We have not had one disagreement since we met in March.

We always play argued.

We were always open with each other.

We share the same music styles.

You’ve written me poems before.

I’ve written you a poem, and mind you I’ve never written a poem in my life before I met you.

I love when you would message me at 3 am.

I love how you always told me about your nephew and how cute he was.

We had said I love you to each other at least over 20 times a day,

And I still mean it.

I love you,

Until The Day I Die-

Written By, A Poet So Sad For A Poet So In Love

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u/Massive-Mousse-9738 — 14 days ago