You were endgame for me. You treated me like shit, you made me feel like I was less than nothing, like I was so easy to just throw away and forget. You have belittled me, manipulated me, abused me. You've created more scars on my body than anyone ever could. You've conditioned my head in such a twisted way, there's no way anyone could ever fix that. You have sabotaged every possibility of even just the first sign of anything decent. You never give me a chance. You have already taken so much from me, what else could you want? You have trapped me in this vicious cycle and I have no idea how to break it. You look at me as if you're so disgusted so why won't you leave me alone? You obsess and pick at me every chance you can get. I look in the mirror and all I can ever do is cry because it's just so much easier to agree with you than to argue. You're always going to win. I look in the mirror and acknowledge that you're apart of me but I hate it. I look in the mirror and I see you because you are who I'm looking at. It's me...and I am you.
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Inside The Box
Non-FictionThis will be a compilation of all the smaller pieces I have written over the years and I will contribute to it when I can. This variety will be a step inside the confusing and vulnerable place where all creations stem from: my mind. Here, you will r...
