Poems about Toxic Women and Suicide.

Permanently

I used to think it was okay to be an absent father. I thought, as long as my kid knew I loved them, it didn't matter if I wasn't around that much. But time kept passing, and the little guy grew up without me, and now I'm missing out on all of those important moments—the ones where you're supposed to really get to know each other.

I used to think it was okay to sleep next to a toxic woman every day, even though she made my skin crawl. I thought it was okay because she was always there for me when I needed her, and that's what really mattered. But time kept passing, and my skin kept crawling, and eventually I realized that this woman is just too toxic for me—and now I'm missing out on all of those important moments when you're supposed to really get in touch with yourself.

I used to think it was okay to put other people first. But the older I got, the more I started feeling ripped off…because other people have a way of letting you down. And now?

Now it's all about me.

Permanently.