Life's harsh reality

Perspective

Taking off your clothes for a guy with obession, you may trust them with your life because you believe that when they say they love you they mean it. A sex addicted is what we are, we are nothing but 2 body's of each other that deserves nothing. Body's that are skinny, fat, scars that are made with intention. You may think that you can help each other when it might just be desire that you within want. Cutting limbs and flesh for the hope of feeling something just because you feel so pathic laying in bed wishing life went over faster. Thinking you can trust others so vastly and then the next your foilsick bearing it was over quicker. Pain and moments of memory from rape and abuse wishing it could all just be over and not sticking to you like a parasite that lashes onto your body feeling you. A ick castrofic feeling that is a endless repeat. Going to ask for help cause that's the right thing singing up your name on countless sucide hotlines and therapy and only getting information taken from you without care. Getting your life flash before your eyes as such a pure child age 4 of gods beloved. Burning yourself on a stove due to curiosity. Is that when it all started?