WTF am I doing?!
They call my sponsor "the hammer". I keep chasing after women that feel like fixers. I don't want the pattern to repeat itself. I just wanted to feel held, thats all.

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WTF am I doing?!
They call my sponsor "the hammer". I keep chasing after women that feel like fixers. I don't want the pattern to repeat itself. I just wanted to feel held, thats all.
I'm sorry and I mean it
I wish I could make my amends to you. I truly mean them. If I had known you wouldn't be here at the end of it, I would have done so many things differently.
Sitting in twelve step meetings, trying to pray to god to forgive me
It’s hard to celebrate my birthday or even want to when you raped me two birthdays ago.
I lost everything that mattered so deeply to me, what is left?
Thousand of dollars, hours upon hours on the therapy couch, sobs in the bathroom. You don’t own me, you never did. I still feel haunted by you sometimes anyways.
I promised you I’d never make an Instagram post about you.
It’s been one year.
December 11th 2024
I fold my body over the arm of your couch
to make an offering of myself
rock the anger inside of you to sleep
The kind that turns your eyes dark
reflecting my own fear back to me
I don’t pretend to know why you do the monstrous things you do to me
But I play your game all the same
Lose battles to win the war
Protect what is precious
But accept that I cannot protect all of me
I like the shape of my nose
so I ask you to spare it and beat into my personhood instead
and I beg you that when you push inside me
You do it gently
Clean up after yourself
scoop out the scars
you’ve left behind
but you are anything but gentle as you
take from me
emptying my body into a hollow void
my spirit floating to your ceiling
staring down
watching you further penalize me when I am not slick on command
I can’t help that my body rejects you
muscles gripping tight trying to shut you out
lock the door
I float down again
stare into your dilatated pupils searching for love
But I find contempt instead
In whispers
I offer comfort emptier than the body I speak to
It will be over soon
there is a very fine line between voluntary suffering and catharsis
all i want is to go home, but i dont know where to find it
Please please please let me get what I want (being able to cut myself without people worrying)
me when a minor inconvenience
“You look like you’re about to cry.”
No I just wanna k1ll myself.
I’m like a haunted house but i’m a girl
sorry about being mentally ill, the sex will be bomb though