Like a wave they cover me. They control me. I feed them. I let them. I let them devour me. I give them power. But sometimes i lose control. You can't help me. Stop lying to me. You don't know my life. You barely know me. Stop saying everything's ok. Its obviously not. If you could feel the fear i felt when you deserted me. You might have a slightly better understanding. But no. You disappear for 4 years of my life and think you can come back and your little girl is gonna be ok. No. You left her. Afraid and alone. Vulnerable and weak. You caused this. She trusted you. You betrayed her. You made these toxic thoughts come to life. And you never even knew. Your little girl. Is gone. The toxic thoughts drowned her. Thee toxic thoughts won.
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All The Small Things
Non-FictionAll the small things. All the shit I feel like ranting and venting about so maybe for once someone can see the world from a fucked up teens perspective.
