Trauma and abuse sits deep in your head, it leaves marks everywhere on your mind and soul. Wounds that never heal, destined to bleed for years. Even if you survive the trauma, the flashbacks will keep up.This book auf poetry, is the dirty tissue of the trauma, abuse, and neglect I've experienced my whole life, especially the past few months to years.The endless nights I spend mourning in grief, first written down with shaky hands, trying to reflect the pain I was in. Rereading and rewriting the mirror of my own soul, so you read it as it´s meant - fully aware that what you´re experiencing while skipping through these pages, is your own tragic story triggered by a strangers words.And while some think they would know how I felt, I promise, not even I know for sure.