
Codependent loner
Member
- Oct 18, 2022
- 15
Hello I'm new and this is my first post, so please let me say my mind is in a bad place and this may not come out smoothly.
Many can relate to childhood trauma, many can relate to abuse weather it be from a parent, friends, lover…strangers, yourself. Everyone has a past, for some we can forget, bury, forgive,move on. For me I set the past aside just far enough not to see it, but close enough to remember. My heart however wasn't so lucky. It has been ripped out, trampled, hit by a train, stabbed, had small pieces bitten away, and put back into my carcass backwards. I don't live for the future, my heart beats backwards now. Pulling my mind to those places where that little child suffered. Reverting me to a time when I had no power.
I have one chance to break free, to jump into the darkness, and let the emptiness consume me. The path is laid out, the ticket bought, however there are two routes, one quiet with tears and maybe some whispering from those far away…or a grand exit.
Then you remember no one came to the bus stop to say fair well, no one helped as you packed, no one asked when your coming back or where you were going, no one knew the bus trip was on your mind. Would anyone notice your gone?
I need them to hear my screams, as the darkness caresses my fear, I need them to know what they have done, with every step I take closer to my travels the bitterness like acid in my mouth. Making the words weapons telling my truth.
You left me, you beat me, you Tortured me, you neglected me, you raped me! You returned, you gaslighted me, you took my sanity, you broke me, you invited the darkness into my soul, only to turn me into the things I hated most.
I'm now weak, small, timid …bitter, angry, alone in the arms of those I love who don't love me back. Is any of this real am I still a child peaking into the nightmare that will be my life, or am I on the bus watching the movie about the life that past me by. You turned me into the weapon that will destroy me.
Many can relate to childhood trauma, many can relate to abuse weather it be from a parent, friends, lover…strangers, yourself. Everyone has a past, for some we can forget, bury, forgive,move on. For me I set the past aside just far enough not to see it, but close enough to remember. My heart however wasn't so lucky. It has been ripped out, trampled, hit by a train, stabbed, had small pieces bitten away, and put back into my carcass backwards. I don't live for the future, my heart beats backwards now. Pulling my mind to those places where that little child suffered. Reverting me to a time when I had no power.
I have one chance to break free, to jump into the darkness, and let the emptiness consume me. The path is laid out, the ticket bought, however there are two routes, one quiet with tears and maybe some whispering from those far away…or a grand exit.
Then you remember no one came to the bus stop to say fair well, no one helped as you packed, no one asked when your coming back or where you were going, no one knew the bus trip was on your mind. Would anyone notice your gone?
I need them to hear my screams, as the darkness caresses my fear, I need them to know what they have done, with every step I take closer to my travels the bitterness like acid in my mouth. Making the words weapons telling my truth.
You left me, you beat me, you Tortured me, you neglected me, you raped me! You returned, you gaslighted me, you took my sanity, you broke me, you invited the darkness into my soul, only to turn me into the things I hated most.
I'm now weak, small, timid …bitter, angry, alone in the arms of those I love who don't love me back. Is any of this real am I still a child peaking into the nightmare that will be my life, or am I on the bus watching the movie about the life that past me by. You turned me into the weapon that will destroy me.