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"There is no greater need than a hurt person's need for more hurt" I spent hundreds of nights crying to a God I believed didn't love me I was so sure my miracle of being born was a mistake God made But God doesn't make mistakes And so I spent hundreds of nights crying to a God who owed me nothing I owed no one anything and they owe me nothing then He made me feel as if I owed him my entire being He was a monster in the making He was a boy who was raised that way He was a tormentor I spent hours crying to a God to take away my debt to him It took me two years to realize I owed him nothing He picked me apart piece by piece He made me feel like I was sick He had felt like the cure to the poison I created It took me two years to realize I was poisoned by everyone who ever cared about me I poisoned him right back though He was sick and so was I We needed help but knew we wouldn't ask We were two people poisoning each other with our sickness We owe each other nothing I was broken and begging for help He made me feel as if I were dramatic Attention seeking Fine He made me so angry I forgot what it was like to be sad I operated under the impression I was less I was unlovable Because no one in my life had told me otherwise We owe nothing to each other I owe my love to no one I do not deserve or earn love People give love freely And so do I
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Jan 14, 2022
Jan 14, 2022 at 10:34 AM UTC
What we owe to each other
"There is no greater need than a hurt person's need for more hurt" I spent hundreds of nights crying to a God I believed didn't love me I was so sure my miracle of being born was a mistake God made But God doesn't make mistakes And so I spent hundreds of nights crying to a God who owed me nothing I owed no one anything and they owe me nothing then He made me feel as if I owed him my entire being He was a monster in the making He was a boy who was raised that way He was a tormentor I spent hours crying to a God to take away my debt to him It took me two years to realize I owed him nothing He picked me apart piece by piece He made me feel like I was sick He had felt like the cure to the poison I created It took me two years to realize I was poisoned by everyone who ever cared about me I poisoned him right back though He was sick and so was I We needed help but knew we wouldn't ask We were two people poisoning each other with our sickness We owe each other nothing I was broken and begging for help He made me feel as if I were dramatic Attention seeking Fine He made me so angry I forgot what it was like to be sad I operated under the impression I was less I was unlovable Because no one in my life had told me otherwise We owe nothing to each other I owe my love to no one I do not deserve or earn love People give love freely And so do I
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Jan 14, 2022
Jan 14, 2022 at 10:34 AM UTC
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