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Eric Bergeron Feb 2021
For years, you pulled my strings.
You had a grip on me, and it felt so cold.
Felt like ice surrounding my life and crushing me bit by bit.
You held me prisoner...

Your years of abuse and torture, bent and warped my mind.
At times making me feel like I was nothing.

But guess what??? I cut my strings.
I am falling, but I am free. Free from you. From your harsh words. Free from the madness that was your pitiful soul.

You no longer have a hold on me.
So this is goodbye. I do not wish you well. I wish you the life that you have. Whatever karma falls back upon you, is what you deserve.

Watch me live my life, shaking the earth and rattling the stars.
For I am free, and you can no longer pull my strings.
I am free from your abuse. Free from your madness.
You don't like me?
You have an issue with me?

Well guess what???
**** it up, your opinions don’t matter.


You don’t know me.
Where I’ve been.
What I’ve faced…

You have never read the pages in the chapters of my life…
So until you do,

Don’t you DARE judge me.

You don’t know me, so your opinion ain’t worth ****.
Until you read the pages of my life, you don't get to judge me.
Your story is still being written.

Tales of sadness and sorrow
Softness and love
Strength and growth

It has been an honour so far to read the words in the pages of your story,
And to witness your tale being written.

That said, your tale is far from over.

You still have a lot of life left to live.
Things to experience,
Places to visit.

So please,
Never give up on writing the pages of the story of your life.
Eric Bergeron Oct 2024
I know

You TRIED to break me…

You were slick… Using the very vulnerabilities I had shared with you to claw your way in and make me feel safe, and once that happened, you took your ******* mask off and the real you came out, like I knew was there in the past. I should have ran far and fast right when that happened, but you had your claws dug in so deep, I could not flee.

You knew you were never good enough, so to keep me, you had to break me down and reduce me to nothing, stripping me of all my power.
You had full control and called all of the shots.

Your hope was that when you drained me of my use and decided to leave, taking everything with you, the destruction you caused would permanently shatter me…

Well let me tell you, I have done so much work to heal and build myself back up…
To make you just a little blip in the timeline of my life, instead of a massive disaster.

Looking back, I do not remember any of the good times, because they were few and far between, and most of them were followed by a one way fight, you screaming and me just taking it…

So maybe it was just to spite you, or to **** you off, but after you left, I kept living…

I can’t for one second say that I wish you well… Because that would be the ultimate lie.
I wish you the life you have, and all the karma that comes with it.

These next words are like honey and Lavender coming from my mouth,
I survived you.
you tried to break me

but you failed.

— The End —