trauma isn't soft edges

it's harsh lines

it's running a boiling hot bath at 3 am over your skin watching it turn red

it's crying because you still feel their hands even though it's been years since it happened

it's feeling empty yet full of pain

it's wishing to die

it isn't beautiful at all even though people try to make it

trauma hurts

it burns

it cuts through you like a giant knife

it keeps you awake

it conceives you that you don't deserve anything good again

it happened and there's nothing that can change that

no matter what it'll always be there