#breakthestigma
I cried and cried
"I can't say it"
"Yes you can. Say: "I'm perfect"
I cried some more and tried to force the words to form in my mind.
"Say it!" He said once more, "Say it because you are perfect. Dont listen to yourself. You're lying to yourself."
Eyes squeezed shut, I forced out the words:
I am perfect.
It takes a lot out of a person to see their self worth after so many years of not believing it due to abuse. Mental, verbal, maybe even physical. It takes a lot to try and not lie through your teeth to someone who loves you, to admit, you are, in fact, perfect.
It takes a lot of a person to stand in front of the mirror and look at oneself. To look at the body your soul resides in and think "I am perfect" after years of being told that you're too this and you're too that.
So I implore you, believe that you are perfect. Cry if you must, but look at yourself, really look, and believe it when someone says that you are, in fact, perfect. That person would not love you otherwise. You are you, and they love you for that.
Sep 27, 2020
Sep 27, 2020 at 5:38 PM UTC
In my veins, my blood runs free, but it's secretly still trapped inside me.
Inside my veins,I can feel it boil,silently screaming to be saved, to breath fresh air in a different way.
A simple razor will make it.
The adrenaline I feel replaces all the bad.
It makes it all,in a twisted way, good for a minute.
The blood keeps on coming.
My hearts pounds against my chest, constantly afraid of being caught.
It feels like a drug.
A drug that lasts short periods of time, but is satisfying.
Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 10:29 PM UTC