☹Im fuckiNG dYiNg☹

🖤A fallen angelkin/ demonkin moodboard for anon🖤

I call bullshit. Abuse didnt shape you. You arent some angellic survivor that needs to have books and poetry written because of. You survived because you had to. You didnt have any choice but to survive or die. Abuse didnt shape you, you did. You saved yourself. You pushed through for yourself. You are you because of you. YOU are why you are who you are today. Abuse fucked you up.

Yes, abuse fucked you to pieces. But guess who glued those pieces together and continues to hold them together every single day? Guess who.

I call bullshit. Abuse didnt shape you. You arent some angellic survivor that needs to have books and poetry written because of. You survived because you had to. You didnt have any choice but to survive or die. Abuse didnt shape you, you did. You saved yourself. You pushed through for yourself. You are you because of you. YOU are why you are who you are today. Abuse fucked you up.

Yes, abuse fucked you to pieces. But guess who glued those pieces together and continues to hold them together every single day? Guess who.

I call bullshit. Abuse didnt shape you. You arent some angellic survivor that needs to have books and poetry written because of. You survived because you had to. You didnt have any choice but to survive or die. Abuse didnt shape you, you did. You saved yourself. You pushed through for yourself. You are you because of you. YOU are why you are who you are today. Abuse fucked you up.

Yes, abuse fucked you to pieces. But guess who glued those pieces together and continues to hold them together every single day? Guess who.

Past me cut in silence and found hiding spots so well that I forgot about them. I was quiet and stitched myself back when Denise was too high to care.

Past me found out how to deal with when Denise punished me. In that cold, cold room. Only a shirt and pants. No pillow, no blanket, no sweatshirt, freezing. He pulled through even when he got sick from the cold.

Past me knew how to hide from my sister before she hit me. I was so good at finding places she would never look.

Past me didnt let anyone know I was dying. I had a stone wall up and no one knew I had the ability to cry. I wore jackets in 100° weather to hide the handprints he left on my arms and hips.

Past me didnt cry when he pushed me against the wall. When she hit me because i didnt listen. When he made me humiliate myself.

Past me saw the pictures of myself online and simply looked at them numbly. Not really caring. Only looking away when I looked up and saw my face, crying and red with humility. He stripped me of any dignity I had but past me just…didnt care.

Past me never broke.

But now, im so fucking weak. I cant handle those pictures, I cant handle the memory of those bruises, every set of hands thats been on me.

Im so fucking broken and I cant handle it anymore. I want to be strong again. Dont you get it? Im a pussy. Im nothing.