The trust you built then shattered. Lost, alone, and tattered.
I was nothing more than an experiment to you: One successful experiment. I wish I had seen that then, because now I am left with only the destruction you gave me.
I’m so lucky for the man I have now but I can’t even appreciate him because of you: I can’t appreciate me or anything really.
Even the good days are meaningless.
2 comments
it can take a bit of work and im not even 100% sure how im doing it, but it can be done. you sound like you need all the hugs. here let me smother you to death in them (best suicide method EVER XD)
Well that made me laugh. XD
I really don’t know how you (or anyone) does it. I don’t see healing as possible anymore, just coping, ups and downs, and that’s a sad life to live.
Scars don’t heal. You can hide them, they might fade in time, but the scar tissue is there regardless.