Blackness

It hurts you know?

I’m screaming inside

Don’t mistake my silence for forgiveness

I am pulling at my clothes

Smearing my mascara down my face

Tears falling in angry waves of black

That is what I feel when I think of you…

Blackness

An anger so bitter it rises in my throat like acid

I can taste my hatred of you and all that you did to me

I will never not hate you

And I don’t care how that makes me look.



Categories: Addiction, Anxiety, bipolar disorder, Depression, Mania, Mental Health, OCD, PTSD, Rape, Self Esteem, self-care, Sexual Abuse, Suicide, Writing

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