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tribalgarneta traumatized girl who wants to go home
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A poem about a traumatized boy finding his happy ending.

Desolate

An empty husk is what he was

He filled the desolate space inside of him

With

Cigarette smoke and moonshine’s spirit.

Wastelands held more life

Then the soul that was ripped out of his chest

And

Devoured alive

All the while he screamed for

MERCY

Desolated and wasted, used and abused

Filling himself with

Cum and emptying himself with

Gourmet vomit

Telling himself encouraging things like

How he’s fucking useless if he’s

Not

Someone’s boytoy.

Desolated and alone, at school or at home

Where the bottle-glass flies

And

Where he pours his tears into potion bottles

To drink when he can’t feel

A damn thing.

At home where he finds himself in the bathroom

Early in the godforsaken morning

Scratching his skin because he can feel

FILTHY FINGERS

Touching his body, his arms, inside of him,

Using

And

Abusing.

Desolated.

But growing.

Where trauma paved grey concrete

Along his

Sobbing heart

Flowers rooted within the cracks and sprouted

When he cried

Providing water

When he screamed, providing

Oxygen

And they flourished and took root

In the cracks of the concrete

Putting bandaids on his

Self-harm scars

And kissing the ones that were

INVISIBLE

An empty husk is what he was

Perfect

For a parasite to flourish

Because what he called True Love was

A threat, to use him to grow

And then leave him rotting with maggots

But this one was different

The plant wasn’t like a fungus

That would

Suffocate him

It was a flower and so

He filled the desolate space inside him

With

Sunshine beams and water from

The fountain of youth.

Filling him with warmth

And emptying him of

Pain.

Telling him encouraging things like

How nothing he got was deserved

And that he’s

So strong, so strong.

Where he pours out the potion bottles

Because he feels enough that

He’ll

Never need to cry depressed tears again.

At home he finds himself

Waiting at the front door

For the parasite he helped grow inside of him

To return so he

Can kiss her and tell her that

He was so fucking grateful,

And that

He loved her so much.

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