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how is it that even when you hurt
how is it that even when you're my pain
how is it that even when you are the abuse
there is still a little piece of me that cares
yes
that pain, abuse and the damage you caused
it left scars
on my heart
on my past
on my body
on the little girl
I should feel proud for surviving
but I feel stupid
because there's the one bit of me that cares for you
am I forcing my self to let go?
is it too soon?
is it all right that it feels good letting you go?
The only thing stopping me from saying this to your face are my moral values. I am not yours. She is. You should respect our boundaries, especially your biological daughter's. But there you are, choosing a bitch over us. Choosing your unstable and unsatisfied libido. You choose sex over us. Over her. And the fact that you don't even care, you are so self centred, so selfish. It makes me sick. You make me sick. If the one person giving you a reality check has to be your non-biological daughter, yes the one you "love" and "care" for, so be it. You live in a lie. You have never grown up. You are still the 16 years old boy, writing about bitchs, cars, money and how lowly you think of women. Yes your father was abusive, but so were you. I got my shit together. I faced the truth, it hurt, but I know better now. You, however, no matter how old you get, no matter what mistakes you do, no matter how much have you fucked up, you are always the innocent one. You think that nothing is your fault. You think that the world is against you. You still have the mindset of the 16 years old school boy. You've never changed. I hate you. I don't love you. I want to see you suffer, mentally, that hurts more. And I know that because of you. Letting you go feels better than I could have ever imagine.
Karma is a bitch
and not another bitch that you can fuck and than take a photo of her
no
this time, the bitch named Karma is me
with the knife in my pretty hand
with the power that I hold
with the anger in my arms
it is going for you
and I gonna get you
Karma's gonna get you.
- my brain feels fuzzy, the thousands voices in my head, but here is another piece of my soul -
YOU ARE READING
Potion of reality♡
Poetry!WARNINGS! -explicit content -language (cursing) -mention of murder -heavy ptsd -daddy issues (the trauma, not the kink you mf) over all really drastic, this book is full of pieces of my soul after all.
