And he did. He did make me feel what I had never felt before. He made me feel helpless and weak. He made me feel stupid and betrayed. He made me feel worthless and broken. I beat myself up trying to think of the reason why someone could feel like they have the right to treat someone like they have no fucking feelings? I loved him. He was supposed to give me happiness. Not sleepless nights were all I can see are flashbacks of me struggling crying on the ground pleading him to stop. I feel so stupid not being able to stop crying every night , I’m a grown up. I’m supossed to get over it and move on. But I can’t. I don’t think I’ll ever forget it. And there’s nothing I hate more than that. Makes me feel so ashamed of myself. How could I have been so weak? Why couldn’t I fight back and succeed? My strenght was admired my whole life, how should I now explain I was completely broken by a boy I grew a whole garden for? How should I even explain I couldn’t even take a boy off of me? Its so embarrassing I had to lie to my friends. I had to hide it from my family. I had to keep it inside. I prefer to let it rot me inside one day at a time than let people know I am not a beautiful flower but an insignificant little insect that’s been already stepped on. I hate him for making me this way. But not more than I hate the fact that I still love him. I love him and I probably keep doing so forever. And that kills me more than the memory.
wow! powerful display of
wow! powerful display of pain. i can feel your betrayal in your words. sorry that you got hurt. please keep writing
whoa thank you so much! that
whoa thank you so much! that means a lot thank you thak you!!!