Thursday, April 25, 2024

Mid

I always thought it was the paranoia that would kill me. Loneliness is such despair I fixate on those so loyal that I threw away. my beauty years behind me and my tongue no longer sharp. I had so many opportunities to be loved. I stare at every tile on the floor dwelling what if all the rape never happened. Maybe I’d be successful maybe I could love healthy. I disfigure myself and only harm I’m not allowed to love I can’t even comprehend I wish he+ didn’t fuck me play with me pass me around I am so fucking ruined from it. I am so desperate for affection but I lash at the first mark of intimacy. My life isn’t ruined but il never feel peace I will never interpret love properly.

-Michelle 

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