Apr 15 2012
Love to fear.
GoodBye.
That has been the only word
running through my head.
all these empty absences’
all the Darkness i spread.
i stay up at night
wondering why
why don’t you love me
i’ve stopped coounting
the times i’ve tried.
so here i am
deciding my fate.
should i risk telling you
and make you
dis-own me again?
i almost told you
you see
all the things he did.
How he would touch me
and i would run
and cry
he found the places in which
i hid.
i cannot remember
what happened back then
but i know that i shouldn’t think
about the dirt in which
he made me lay in.
Dorathy,
why didn’t you hear.
Why didn’t you see?
did it please you,
to see him damage me?
i love you
but it’s obvious
you don’t love me.
Atleast, not un-conditionally.
i Feel Dirty
and Putrid
and full of filth
i know i’m falling backwards
in the hell i built.
trapped by his words
nowhere to run
is this what rape feels like?
fearing the one
you should love.
Umm,this actually happened? If it did I’m sorry 🙁
thanks, and yeah
thanks for reading anyways