I remember the welps on my back and legs.
The open wound on my thigh from an extension chord.
The bruise on my face.
The scars on my heart.
What started and what would've been something powerful,
has manifested into something worse than the ruins of another Roman Empire.
I am troubled and unfixable.
I fear myself.
I fear love.
I fear trust.
I fear vulnerability.
I fear a life of loneliness.
You made me feel like I was nothing.
And now I stand here, a fraction of a person.
Because your fucking words keep echoing into my soul.
Branding me over and over again, like an animal to a slaughter house.
I hate that you've done this to me!
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