trauma

Pain can rip at the soul you want fly but the memories are like a dull knife cutting off my wings part of my soul as time flies I grow null to this dual blade that keeps me from the sky but chose to not die I push aside men not out of hate to forsake but cause how can I know what they're intentions are about are scheming on hurting again from me saying not to touch me as I try to push the intrusive thoughts so don't hurt them my brain playing with my mind making it hard to shine but I know older friends who are men are protective over me