10/22:
He broke me.
and the one before him
and the one before him
I don’t know how to reverse my trauma
I don’t know how to deal with it
I’m tired of crying
weeping until I have no breath left in my lungs
feeling small,
weak,
insignificant.
I don’t want my trauma to become yours too
I don’t want to make you deal with me
I’m broken, I cannot be fixed
I’m too far gone
I love you dearly
and I apologize for being this way
please do not break yourself
over a girl who is already in pieces
Elikem’s Corner, a series of poems from our Editor-In-Chief, Elikem Thee Poet. These poems give insight to a piece of her world; her own lived experiences and the experiences of people around her.
