There's a pit in the bottom of my stomach.
It's filled with hurt and pain and anxiety and anger.
It makes me feel sick.
And now I can feel the pit welling, it's growing within me, metastasising to different parts of me.
It makes me worry even more, the hurt is set deep, and the anger burns fierce.
It makes me feel rage.
What the fuck did I do?!
I deserve none of this, I did nothing, and yet you blame me.
You feel the need to destroy all my relationships, interrupt my work, tear down my world around me.
It's pathetic.
The pit has filled me now, taken over my brain. The worry has subsided because I know what's going on, the anger flows within my blood, but it's the pain that's prevalent
It hurts.
You turned them all against me, every one. I can't trust anyone anymore and I've shut myself off.
My eyes are never dry and my voice is always hoarse.
Is this what you wanted, did you want me to return to being the girl I had fought my way so hard out of being.
If you wanted me to be invisible again, congratulations.
It makes me feel like nothing.
13.7.16
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The little things
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