Damn You

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Afraid
Lost
Lonely
Unworthy
Trapped
Alone
Disliked
Disgusting
Irritating
Stupid
Burdensome
Less than
Foolish
Insignificant
Never enough

You made me feel - through words and actions - that I was all of these things.

Damn you for breaking my mind and my heart.

You, who were supposed to love and cherish me more than anyone. You, who were supposed to work by my side and build great things with me. Instead, you knocked me down as often as you could. And you tied my heart strings into a noose if I didn’t love you enough in return.

You didn’t know how to live without feeling superior to everyone else.

Even me.

Maybe especially me.

I’ve rebuilt so much of me, but some pieces are still cracked, missing, fragile.

I trusted you and you did your best to make me more broken than you were. I gave you my nervous, loving heart and you ripped it up with your bare hands, just to make yourself feel better for a little while.

Damn you for that.

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