I hate that you took away my ability to believe that anyone loves me. I hate that you twisted my mind in places that forced me to be afraid, Constantly. I hate that you made the self hate cut deeper. You made me hate myself so much more. I hate that you made me feel so ******* insane, In a way that I thought I deserved the pain… Self inflicted or otherwise. I hate that I begged you to **** me Just to make the pain stop And to satisfy this weirdly imbedded thought that somehow it would make your life easier.
I hate you and the ghosts and the scars you’ve left me with. I hate you and I didn’t deserve this.
And whilst there are moments like this… Where I feel empty and worthless. Know that the times where I feel ten feet tall and more powerful than a god are far more common. You’ve taken things, pieces of me. But you can’t take anything else.