I Was Four

I Was Four

A Poem by Authoress
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Molestation and self-harm.

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I don't know what happened
I've got slices on my thighs
and cuts on my hips
that'll never be the right size
and I don't know how to stop anymore
I don't know how to stop anymore
I was four
I was four when he touched me
on my hips, it was gross
and my waist is disgusting
and I could never stand most
of what made me happy before
I don't know what all this is for
I don't know how to stop anymore
I was four

© 2014 Authoress


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Added on December 30, 2014
Last Updated on December 30, 2014
Tags: molestation, rape, sexual abuse, trigger warning, self-harm, self harm, cutting

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Avon Park, FL



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