Together We'll Fall

Together We'll Fall

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication mar., déc. 17, 2024
Who knew death could bring so much joy? That a kiss could cause so much pain. Even after losing it all, I wasn't ever alone. Even after he left, it's crazy how the person you trust most can hurt you. Funny how a person you hardly know can rip your heart away. I never pictured death to hurt so much, even when it's been your life. When I was with him the pain was a little bit less. Through Heaven and Hell, I loved him. I loved him during it all, through it all. He was my destiny. He was my hope. He was the sun. He was everything I needed. He was my drug. TW: Abuse, Substance Abuse, Mature language, body dysmorphia, SH, suicide
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I gave the best of myself to someone who didn't have anything to lose. I didn't know how to avoid my lover's toxic and abusive flames. My lover's twisted words were like a maze inside of my head that I couldn't escape. Sadly, my lover's actions hypnotized my thoughts and paralyzed my thinking. I learned the hard way that love isn't leaning in for a kiss, and a fist meets you halfway. Love isn't being a punching bag because someone decided they wanted to beat on you today. Love isn't saying I love you just because someone wants to keep you to themselves. I tried to be there for my lover, but I learned it is impossible to fix the broken pieces when the glass has shattered. There will always be pieces that are not repairable. However, I kept going right back to the person who I needed to walk away from. I was afraid, and I wasn't brave enough to wake up from this nightmare! I made the choice to suffer when life is meant to be lived and enjoyed. Will I find the courage to know my worth and know that I deserve better than the distasteful lies that are whispered in my ears? Will I have the strength to fight my insecurities? Will, I set myself free, or will I let my love be the death of me?

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