Sometimes I wonder if the
worst part was that I
forgave you. Maybe–
like my friends thought–
I am the fool. But to this day
I refuse to drink down their labels
of stockholm syndrome
innocent five-three victim. What a fool.
I am wearing clown makeup as I write this. No–
Literally.
And hey a girl may fit the bill
but that doesn’t mean she can’t
believe that the love will ****
the time it takes to heal.
That despite the
Please
No
Please
no
please
no
Please
i guess i can…
I would learn to forgive you.
And I did.
Maybe I am just bad at being the victim.
But that day I learned what it meant
to be truly alone in this world.
To have no one
understand your place here.
I did not sit down, shut up and hide away
in the arms of those who loved me.
I did not scream and fight and make my
body proud to house me.
Instead, I froze in time.
Three years later,
I'm still here.
Oct 21, 2025
Oct 21, 2025 at 2:01 PM UTC
Sometimes I wonder if the
worst part was that I
forgave you. Maybe–
like my friends thought–
I am the fool. But to this day
I refuse to drink down their labels
of stockholm syndrome
innocent five-three victim. What a fool.
I am wearing clown makeup as I write this. No–
Literally.
And hey a girl may fit the bill
but that doesn’t mean she can’t
believe that the love will ****
the time it takes to heal.
That despite the
Please
No
Please
no
please
no
Please
i guess i can…
I would learn to forgive you.
And I did.
Maybe I am just bad at being the victim.
But that day I learned what it meant
to be truly alone in this world.
To have no one
understand your place here.
I did not sit down, shut up and hide away
in the arms of those who loved me.
I did not scream and fight and make my
body proud to house me.
Instead, I froze in time.
Three years later,
I'm still here.
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