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I have suffered. And I’m still suffering.
I have suffered, sure. I didn’t have a very nice life. My parents are separated. I was sexually abused by people around me By people very close to me
I was bullied at school I was bullied in our neighborhood People who I thought was my friends, just wanted to get dirt on me
I trusted people with my weaknesses Desperate for help and For someone or something to hold on to But they turned on me. Used my weaknesses against me.
Parents wouldn’t understand They thought I was happy But who could blame them? Who else knew how poisoned my becoming is? No one. Just me.
I tried to love. Hoping it would keep me alive. It didn’t. It killed me Every second, every hour, everyday Constantly dying. I’m tired
I wanted to kill myself. I wanted to die. Nothing is turning out right. Everything is just so wrong. And so am I.
I wanted to quit this fight we call life. I wanted to just be the loser But I didn’t want to do it so quickly
The pain I was once scared of became my friend. Sharp things became my companion. My blood became my voice
Dripping out words I could never say Things people would never hear Screaming all the sorrow and madness and leaving nothing behind. I was numb.
I feel the emptiness I didn’t want to fulfill. I see my arm and I feel something. The pain I have inside me no longer exist All I see is my thoughts dripping from my arm.
I liked it. I actually liked something I could feel Now it became my addiction. I didn’t need people to listen to me My arm did the talking And I stare, waiting for it to be over So I could do it all over again.
This became my life. That became my life.
Years had passed, I was becoming more and more voiceless Words wouldn’t even drip The novelty fade away.
I found something else to do
I got friends now. But my life is still a mess I am still a mess Only, I was a mess befriending other messes
Cups and bottles brought me my remedy Every time I kiss a bottle, I feel the closest to being happy But that lasts so long.
I run back to my old friends Sharp things that bring my voice back I couldn’t stop.
Now I am with someone who says he loves me It is so hard. Believing what he says But doubting myself.
How could someone that much Settle for someone this less? Everyday, I’m tired. He is my remedy But anxiety holds me in my neck Forces me to ask questions I could never answer Til when will this last? Would he actually realize how much of a mess I am? Will it be over?
No one could answer my questions But my arm is still with me Waiting for me to ask help For it to voice out what I think.
So I let speak for me once more. Life is turning in to a big, deep, ocean I was in the middle. It is becoming deeper I don’t know how to swim
I was sinking. Suffered and still suffering I am still sinking My arms showing where I’ve been Leaving a bright red path
I am sinking I am very close to the ocean floor But who knows when I decide to touch it?
rgno
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Different path, same destination. 👼🏻 https://www.instagram.com/p/BsIUQDjARKw/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=zuvbfgiiipy0
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Aw hunny I don't miss you, I miss being loved and cared for
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I have suffered. And I’m still suffering.
I have suffered, sure. I didn’t have a very nice life. My parents are separated. I was sexually abused by people around me By people very close to me
I was bullied at school I was bullied in our neighborhood People who I thought was my friends, just wanted to get dirt on me
I trusted people with my weaknesses Desperate for help and For someone or something to hold on to But they turned on me. Used my weaknesses against me.
Parents wouldn’t understand They thought I was happy But who could blame them? Who else knew how poisoned my becoming is? No one. Just me.
I tried to love. Hoping it would keep me alive. It didn’t. It killed me Every second, every hour, everyday Constantly dying. I’m tired
I wanted to kill myself. I wanted to die. Nothing is turning out right. Everything is just so wrong. And so am I.
I wanted to quit this fight we call life. I wanted to just be the loser But I didn’t want to do it so quickly
The pain I was once scared of became my friend. Sharp things became my companion. My blood became my voice
Dripping out words I could never say Things people would never hear Screaming all the sorrow and madness and leaving nothing behind. I was numb.
I feel the emptiness I didn’t want to fulfill. I see my arm and I feel something. The pain I have inside me no longer exist All I see is my thoughts dripping from my arm.
I liked it. I actually liked something I could feel Now it became my addiction. I didn’t need people to listen to me My arm did the talking And I stare, waiting for it to be over So I could do it all over again.
This became my life. That became my life.
Years had passed, I was becoming more and more voiceless Words wouldn’t even drip The novelty fade away.
I found something else to do
I got friends now. But my life is still a mess I am still a mess Only, I was a mess befriending other messes
Cups and bottles brought me my remedy Every time I kiss a bottle, I feel the closest to being happy But that lasts so long.
I run back to my old friends Sharp things that bring my voice back I couldn’t stop.
Now I am with someone who says he loves me It is so hard. Believing what he says But doubting myself.
How could someone that much Settle for someone this less? Everyday, I’m tired. He is my remedy But anxiety holds me in my neck Forces me to ask questions I could never answer Til when will this last? Would he actually realize how much of a mess I am? Will it be over?
No one could answer my questions But my arm is still with me Waiting for me to ask help For it to voice out what I think.
So I let speak for me once more. Life is turning in to a big, deep, ocean I was in the middle. It is becoming deeper I don’t know how to swim
I was sinking. Suffered and still suffering I am still sinking My arms showing where I’ve been Leaving a bright red path
I am sinking I am very close to the ocean floor But who knows when I decide to touch it?
rgno
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Isn't it so irritating when someone can't get the fucking picture. Like, dude. My boyfriend is not interested. Fuck off. Move on. It'll be our 10th month anniversary soon yet you're still there waiting like a pest who is dying to have to house to herself.
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Her heart will never completely heal from the damage you caused.
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You don't need to prove anything to those idiots who talked shit about you. You've been with your self since birth. You know who you are and people who care about you do too. Let them judge you but never listen to them. When you don't give a fvck, they get bored.
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If your partner craves for other people's attention, he doesn't deserve yours
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