pardon me

I don’t know what scares me more. What’s happening in the world, or how many people are fine with it being left unsure As a survivor of abuse, I have to say that the reaction of people I trusted after they learned about the abuse was even worse than the abuse itself. We don’t belong on the shelf. I knew something bad could happen, but being left alone while your world crumbles is a completely different kind of betrayal. Questioning yourself if you leave does that create a weak portrayal. Hearing you’ll get through it like a broken record never understanding it was the cycle that should have broken not to be ignored. But they don’t see it like we do cause they’re to into their lives to care what it means. To see real love to have real trust a bond nobody can touch. I’ve lost friends that deserved the world those same friends that had my back while walking amongst the living. Closed off but selective about who gets access wisdom appears like walls as if you can’t see them. Healing in private rebuilding in silence what’s the price for that Constantly abandoned no emotions lost in translation shadowing figure of a love from my past. You want to do things that I’ve survived letting my trauma weaponize me like a failed assassin creeping in with no knowledge to begin. Tactics of your hurindessd attempts to keep a woman down. The infectious idea of what you think is war till it’s you on that battlefield falling to the floor. I use to believe Give a woman safety and love, and she will bring life to everything she touches. But even the life she brings into this world can’t beat the toxicity of a soul not fully gathered within itself to remember what they started doing things for.