Victim.

It’s too late to save me now,
But if I can prevent the next
The next
Row
Then my soul will some how make it out alive
If that’s allowed
its too late for me now
But it’s not too late for you and you and her and him
If you can mend this part with this string I hand to you then mend it
If you can reach out and press your hands gentally on her skin and feel your baby kick then do it
If you can be there at the birth and be a support then do it
If you can restrain your anger and process your thoughts then do it
It’s not too late for you now
It’s not too late for you
If it doesn’t change
Walk away
If you can reach out and talk about it talk
If you can’t see a change then leave
If you can’t be happy in this place then find the new place to be happy,
It’s not an emergency,
But there’s not much time.

It’s too late to save me now
Because how do I get rid of these flash back moments of distruction?
How do I move on from seeing someone I thought that loved me hurt me?
Physically
Mentally
Stop showing me your fist and beat me the fuck up already.
Is this how I learn to trust?
is this how I learn to be tough?
Or is this the day I become ‘victim’?
Fuck.

It’s too late for me now.

But for you it’s not to late if you can reach into the draw and pass her some clothes because right now she can’t bend with the stitching in her stomach.

You can still do that
You could pass her a vest
You could pass her the baby when it cries
You can be that one
You can be
It’s not too late for you
you can do this

But for me
It’s too late for me?

I’ve become ‘victim’ that means I have no name I have no face I have no hobbies I have no life.

Hey Victim!
its your fault,
You should have left, you shouldn’t have had a baby with him, you shouldn’t have got a house, you shouldn’t have fallen in love, you shouldn’t have trusted him, it’s your fault it’s your fault, you could control his anger, you could leave when you needed to.

It’s not too late for me
I am not victim
I am _
And I will be loved
I will find love
And I will be cared for
I will be respected
I will be heard
I won’t be victim
I will be the man or woman I was set out for this earth to be
I will be
Writer
I am
Photographer
I am
Athlete
I will be
Poet
I will be
Singer
I will be
Musician
I will be
Doctor
I will be
Mum
I will be
Dad
I will be
Who ever the fuck
I want to be
And I will not be blammed
For
Other people’s
Actions
Any
More.

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