My abusers, they haunt me.
In my dreams, my waking life,
I see their faces, I hear their voices.
They appear through new faces,
New voices, new people.
Yet all I can see are their faces,
and these new people melt away.
Melting into a sea of fear and terror,
Surrounded by taunting memories,
Pushing, roaring, threatening to drown.
Heartbeat a fast tempo
Always tiptoeing around,
Desperate to disappear
Wishing for them to leave me alone,
To give me freedom.
But, it turns out,
This new place was not safe after all.
I am regressing
I am regressing
Someone save me
I am falling, drowning
I donβt know which way is up
Down, I can see their faces
Up are the new, cruel faces
Help me
About the Creator
Emily Kitty
I'm a writer of fantasy, with a penchant for dark fantasy, and a love of exploring morally grey themes.
I also enjoy writing free-form expressionist poetry as a way to express any mental health struggles I may be experiencing at the time.
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