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You have no room
to speak on my trauma & pain
when you were only an observer, an outsider.
You watched me, but you never listened.
You questioned me, but never asked what I desperately needed to hear.
Now here you are,
plucking my stitches out one by one,
reopening deeply rooted wounds that I thought I had healed.
Now here you are,
thinking you knew everything
when you know nothing.
You saw what I wanted you to see.
You heard what I wanted you to hear,
but it seems my cry for help was not loud enough,
for all you did was watch & listen.
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Kristina
Hello! I'm Kristina or @quietvisualmind. I'm a published poet, writer, and self-taught artist. I also hold a BA in English with an Emphasis in Professional Writing. Welcome to my mind!
Comments (2)
💔 Beautiful and painful. Well written.
Love your poetry. I feel your words deeply. Thank you for sharing.