Its been 16 years of anguish. Every second like sinking needles to the skin,
An acupuncture that could either go very wrong or make something beautiful out of me
The process is excruciating and dangerously close to killing me, to touching a nerve that should not be bothered. To bringing me down that way bridge..that falls once you get on.
🕳️🖤I never knew love\love at it purest or at it's best display. What I knew was this thing ...in my heart that said, if this stops I'll be sad,if this doesn't happen I'm sad, if dad doesn't hug me today he must be upset. If dad look a certain way I did something wrong. If he says this then its what has 2 be done. If dad doesn't smile what's the point of mine. The words 'I love you' weren't lathered around my child hood. And when I first heard them I was quite confused.
What ...is love?...💨
Many of us still don't know,but at that age ur supposed 2 love everything..that's the age you should know love the most. At that age you can smile at everything but for me , I smiled at spasific things.
Actions,verbs, visual~
My family didn't speak their mind. They showed it. If we were angry, if we were sad or if we loved, our affection was shared threw the language of ur body.
🙂That's just how our brains heard love. My dad showed love a lot, he had a lot of it for his kids. And I adjusted to only receiving love from my sister and dad. Until I 2019. (RN5)
When the step mother officially joined the home.
YOU ARE READING
misery and anguish
Mystery / Thrillerthis is literally a vent page, so ✍️ idk if anyone is gonna read it. I just hope I get to look back at this one day and say, that will never bother me again. I've healed I've won. so maybe this will be. a story of my life kinda thing? idk . let's...
