Tag: the difference

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I don’t think you know the true meaning of love. I am the kind of person who doesn’t like to toss the word around. When people say it fast it should be a red flag, not something special.

Abuse. She was a victim, I was a victim, and truthfully, someone else probably will be

You can lie to whoever you want, but you can’t hide who you are forever, thats a fact. You tried it with me already, you proved your past right…over and over.

I believed. I hoped & I was patient.

The amount of abuse I endured from one human, and that I let myself endure is sick. And I’m disappointed in myself for allowing it. Especially someone who will accuse me of making it up. I didn’t write out stories in my journal or in my phone. I’m not that creatively twisted. These were real stories that I tried to forget. I didn’t remember even writing some of them down. I can still see it all. I can feel my heart drop into my stomach. It was the same face, same look. Glazed over eyes. I knew what was gonna happen. That smirk, meant nothing but pain. Black eyes, cuts, bruises, burns, hand prints on my neck, concussions, kicks to my body thats already on the ground, curled in the fetal position.

The worst part was between all of my thoughts on real life incidents that happened..listed in my notes on my phone…everything else was doctors for you to see, meetings for you to go to. Everything in there were ways I could help you. Commissary websites, phone numbers. Selfish doesn’t even begin to describe a person like you. You can lie to whoever you want, but you can’t hide who you are forever, thats a fact. You tried it with me already, you proved your past right…over and over.