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You weren’t abused because you were a “bad child”. You were abused because they were abusive.
They only said those things to try and find some justification for their abuse.
"who radicalized you" ever since i was a child i wanted other people to be treated nicely and fairly because i didnt understand why theyd deserve otherwise and it fills me with disgust seeing how people treat their fellow human beings sometimes
I have lost the ability to hide what's in my eyes.
I used to hide away, perfecting the art of being okay, everyday from everyone.
Always, because I had little people watching.
Now I've lost that ability to hide my eyes, and my voice always cracks when I say "I'm fine"
I let down my walls, convinced I didn't have to hide with you.
But now, when you've shown me I do,
I've lost the ability to hide what's in my eyes
I can say I'm fine, and hide behind a smile all like before but now my eyes have lost the sparkle I used to be able to muster to avoid the questions of people who are a little too nosey, and a little too blind.
And filters only fix so much before they keep the mistakes and say "Even I can't fix that...".
So even in pictures, my eyes shone bright, but not with the light they used to...
I’ll forever be the person who says "It’s okay, I understand" even when my heart is literally shattering.
When you're about to send a text explaining WHY you feel a certain way but before you can he replies with "same lol"...
I've created this small little world with only my son and me. I've become afraid to leave it.
“do you want to talk about it?”
no, i want to kill myself because of it.
Are you okay?"
My mind is running the longest marathon
My heart is shattering in hundred pieces
Thinking of every thing that happened,
Everything that could happen
I am at a point where idk if breathing is legal
Every breath i take suffocates me more
I want to escape the rope around my neck
But every time i speak it chokes me harder
The train i am on has been going through a dark tunnel for years,
My demons keep me up at night
My nightmares don't let me be at peace during the day
I try to be strong but i have no strength left
I want to live but i have no energy left
I want to run away but where will i go?
How does one escape his own mind?
Can you help me? No you cant.
"Yeah, I am okay"
I wish I could help. But it goes so much deeper than that. My heart, soul, my entire body aches to see you get better, to see your smile and happiness return to your eyes.
It hurts like hell... Loving him. Not because he doesn't love me, he does - for now. Just not how he thinks. He loves me because he's broken and lost and I'm here. But when he's had time to heal, he'll find better. I just pray it's what he deserves.
“They’re not cancelling chemo appointments for the queens funeral, they’re just rearranging them for another date”
Ah yes, cancer, the disease that’s famously known for not being highly time sensitive
I wish they told you.
I wish they told you you can't stop.
How one turns into two.
I wish they told you how much it hurts.
Not the cut. No, anything but that part.
The cuts relieve so much pressure.
It's when it starts to heal that hurts.
You see your skin heal, but not the pain inside.
No, not at all. THAT pain is still there.
Actually, it's just gotten worse.
Then the pressure comes.
I wish they told you if you don't, it gets worse.
That the pressure builds, and builds until it's unbearable and it becomes a physical ache.
You HAVE to do it again.
I wish they told you it becomes an addiction.
Why don't they tell you that?