A thousand miles away, and yet you still whisper you're here.
Bruises on my heart, and yet you still promise you'll never hurt me.
Lies stitched into my mind, and yet you vowed to be truthful.
Only comforted by the four corners around me, but didn't you promise to be a shoulder to cry on?
Missed texts and calls, each with desperation filled to the brim, and you never followed through in helping me through anything, dropping everything for me like you said.
I'm still here. Alone. And hurt. And betrayed.
Why can't you just stay the fucking hell out of my life?
... God.. I'd be so much better off.. So much better off...
Just. Stay. Away. From. Me.
.... I don't need you..
And yet you still somehow make me think I do...
-D.
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No More Hiding
Non-FictionWhat's the point in hiding the truth? TRIGGER WARNING: -EATING DISORDERS. -DEPRESSION. -SELF-HARM. -SUICIDE. -ANXIETY. -HEARTBREAK. -ASSAULT. IF YOU FIND YOURSELF SENSITIVE OR EASILY TRIGGERED BY ANY OF THIS CONTENT, PLEASE DO NOT CONTINUE. You have...
