I'm fooled by your love. Because, it's not love at all. Your hurting me, causing me anxiety and stress, but I still think it's love because of the title you have over me. Each time you called me fat, or ugly, I thought it was out of love, you kept hurting me, out of love.
Until, I realized. Mom. You are abusing me.
YOU ARE READING
Garden Of Words, Love, Hate, And Poetry
PoetryRandom thoughts put into words. (Updates will be weird. I currently have no internet at home.)
