three years.
three years I spent with you.
five years.
five years I've spent recovering.
three years of beating me bloody with your words.
ripping my limbs off one by one with the sting of your voice.
manipulating me, dragging me along, torturing me, controlling me, until one day.
one day, you left.
one day, you left me to die.
bleeding out and limbless, you left me on the ground to die.
I'll never forget the moment you walked away.
you walked over to my helpless body, leaned down and whispered... barely audible.
"you'll never be anything, H. never."
then you cut open my chest and took my soul with you; leaving my already broken body, completely destroyed.
I'll never be anything.
never.
i think that was the truest thing you ever said to me.
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impavid
Randomthe prose in which a young girl expresses her deepest thoughts, her darkest secrets, and her biggest fears. these, are my confessions.
