degeneratewaste
dressed for the grave.
- Aug 24, 2020
- 264
Throughout my entire life, I've always had at least one person mentally abusing me. Family, partners... "friends"...
I don't understand what it is about me that just screams 'mentally abuse me'. Maybe I give off some sort of aura of brokenness. Like a pheremone or something. I'm unsure, but all I know is that the sort of people I attract all seem to want to prey on me, like some sort of parasite.
The abuse just feels endless. Exhausting. It cripples me. I feel as if I can never heal from the bad stuff, the trauma, because it's never going to end. There will always be someone there perpetuating the intention of the last. It's like slow excrutiating pain, like picking off a scab to a wound so that it will never heal. And the mental scars are indefinite. I've become a shell of a person and I'm so afraid.
I want this all to end. It feels like I'm the problem. Maybe without me these people would be happy. Or would have been happy. Maybe if it weren't for me, it would be all better.
I don't understand what it is about me that just screams 'mentally abuse me'. Maybe I give off some sort of aura of brokenness. Like a pheremone or something. I'm unsure, but all I know is that the sort of people I attract all seem to want to prey on me, like some sort of parasite.
The abuse just feels endless. Exhausting. It cripples me. I feel as if I can never heal from the bad stuff, the trauma, because it's never going to end. There will always be someone there perpetuating the intention of the last. It's like slow excrutiating pain, like picking off a scab to a wound so that it will never heal. And the mental scars are indefinite. I've become a shell of a person and I'm so afraid.
I want this all to end. It feels like I'm the problem. Maybe without me these people would be happy. Or would have been happy. Maybe if it weren't for me, it would be all better.