Torn among the edges still you’re kind
Try to fill the Earth with lullabies
Past the rippled pages laden skies
Filled with tears the years you made her cry
She left behind a rope that you may climb
Above the callous heart disguised as kind
In the ashes his lies you will find
Broken hearts are his favorite kind
I bet he’ll die a hundred thousand times
Once for me will be life justified
Once he’s gone the pain will then reside
Maybe he can be the devil’s bride
#poeeternal #amwriting #ihateyou #fuckingdiealready #youarealreadydead #lovingyouwaslikelovingthedead #waslikefuckingthedead #thedevilsbitch #minions #gobacktohell
Cacophonous sounds from my tv
Lies packaged and wrapped like greetings
Designed to give false readings
Make your heart stop beating
Taking tours in the wasteland
Never was a big fan
He made me cry in Dublin
A mistress as his right hand
Said he’d treat me like a royal
But none of you are loyal
Cause endless paranoia
Broken hearts employer
I realize now that it has been a year nearly to the day when I went no contact from you. My heart is still broken. But it’s been breaking since the very first time you hurt me. And each time after. And you know the things you did. I’m still trying to process and heal from all the emotional & mental damage you caused.
I still have all these virtual things of our times together, too. I don’t know what to do with them. And I don’t look at them. I don’t listen. But they haunt me. You haunt me. I can’t even look at that girl. I don’t know who she was. I was lost and in hell. You made my life hell and on purpose. See, that’s the part that really gets me. It’s hard to wrap my mind around the fact that you are a sociopath. Others are coming to see.
You nearly destroyed me in those 4 years.
I guess when you think you love a devil, the devil will change. Empaths want to change the world, nurture it, give it love. Tame it. Free it. Love it.
Instead, we find ourselves breaking & changing & becoming lost. No voice, no place of refuge, no safety in our minds.
What an interesting specimen you are though, once I can dissect it all. You are the bottom feeder of hell.
I really don’t think Lu wants you there.
Whatever you are, it’s connected me to who I am. You are a special kind of sick. You gave me Pandora’s Box, I peered inside, I’ve seen the abyss and I know how evil abides. YOU’RE FUCKED.
One day, the evidence surfaces.
And doctors can study your behavior.
I encourage more of your enemies to reach out to me (as they already have). Their privacy will always be respected, but not yours.
Their support has been so appreciated.
Damn, 1 year. One fucking year free from you. From the physical you. But the rest of me is still getting on.
Again, thank you for reminding me that evil exist. I see the world differently now. I remember the pure. I am pure. A true Goddess. I had forgotten her. ♡
#survivingabuse #IwillNotBeSilent #nocontact #1yearfree
There must have been a thousand girls…There now must be a thousand ghouls…