For the days you feel more victim than survivor.
This is not just a number poem.
This is a letter to every person who’s been told they asked for it,
even by themselves.
I wrote this for you.
I see you.
I believe you.
And I get it.
You are so much more than your history.
You are strong, even when you feel weak.
And, everyone who tells you otherwise is wrong.
I know it’s not that easy.
To just not care.
You are not alone.
It’s crazy how easy it is to feel alone when what happened, happens every day,
because, it’s an “|uncomfortable subject”
You do not have to be okay
You do not have to suffer quietly
You do not have to be sorry.
You are not being dramatic.
It is not nothing because you were kids.
It’s okay to be angry.
It’s okay to scream.
We want to hear you, I want to hear you
You are not broken.
You are not used.
You are alive.
You made it out.
You went on another day which can be so much harder than it sounds.
And every outsider who says otherwise wouldn’t last a day carrying everything do.
This poem is about you.
Not what happened to you.
You are not anyone’s victim.