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A Sliver Of My Trauma

 
I still remember your face
and how quick it turned from confused
to broken
I remember
the shirt I was wearing
it was neon pink
and I had my sisters scissors in my hand

I was terrified
I didn't even do any damage
I didn't want to do it
but I was decaying

and your face
and your heart

they looked so broken

you were sobbing while you held me
and I was just staring at the wall


thinking

"please let me go mom"

"please let me go"


i'm glad you didn't let me go

I know in the end it wasn't you who became broken
but me

I love you




Written by moony_
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Author's Note
I'm starting EMDR for lots of things but the one i'm doing next week is  about my feelings of being a burden. I'm slightly terrified and also excited. I just know it's going to be emotional and I don't know if I can handle that. My therapist and I started, sort of, today. She wanted to know this specific story and it hurt and I hate thinking about it even though it's only been 2 years. But I have to. I hate healing because it's so difficult. But, onwards.
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