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
Great post 🙂
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Thank you very much
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