Im a 16yo, gay teen (whose in a happy relationship.) I live in Edmonton, Canada. You'll notice: my poetry is incredably dark, and more then a little fucked up! This is because I was sexually abused for 10yrs by my Uncle, starting at the age of 3. Poetry is my way to deal, so thats what I write about. Dont like it? Fuck off! For the rest of you: sup!
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Just a regular blog...
So, that project took the shit out outta me! Im not kidding when i say, you people are probably the first few people to kno wthat I wasnt just molested. But see, this is the part that I dont talk about... I cant even type it without wanting to cry. When I was 10 (well I cant really remember, so I think I was ten) it went from bieng molested to being worse. It didnt happen as often, as being molested, but it did happen. Im not even sure WHY its so hard to say the "R" word... let alone type it... actually, its only when I have to apply it to myself... you know, a feeling of denial is never a great feeling. But like I said, you guys are the first to hear this all...
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