TW///Mentions of ch!ld abu$e and SA Please Ask me Because I sure as heck won’t be the one To say it first. Ask me if everything’s okay at home. I like to tell myself it is, But it’s constant yelling from one side And a scared silence from the other. It hurts more than they think it does, But I can’t tell them Because then it will make things worse. Ask me if things are okay with that kid. The one that harassed me back in sixth grade, The one that’s started stalking me again, The one that everyone defends because he’s autistic, And he supposedly can’t control himself. Oh, how typical to defend a man A “real” man And ignore the victim. Ask me if I’m okay. Sometimes, the sounds are just too much. Other times, I can’t speak out of overwhelm. I’ve done things I never thought I would do Because no one listened to me when I cried for help And they still leave me to suffer in silence. So please Ask me Because my hands are tied back And I’m too afraid to speak up.
