Autumn Pearson

I am a survivor of child sex trafficking and this poem expresses the pain that can come from trying to live after so much trauma.

As I fall to the floor with the weight of my cries,

I can feel every cry breaking me,

Fracturing me,

Ripping me apart from the inside out.

With every break,

More life seeps from my heart.

A heart that can barely hold on anymore.

A heart that has been slowly dying for years,

Wishing, screaming, for someone to come and hold it with soft and loving hands,

But deep down,

I know no one ever will.

I can barely breathe.

I'm not sure I want to breathe anymore anyways.

What does staying alive gain me?

More heartbreak?

More reminders of how I will never be enough?

My heart and soul can't take it anymore.

The fight to stay alive is seeming more pointless by the day.