Trying

All she ever wanted was for his words to align with his actions, to make her feel important and love her like she was the only woman in his world.

the worst part is when you’re sat down in class or at the dinner table and u can feel the dull sting of the cuts while they heal over and the only thing that separates your family and friends from seeing them is a layer of fabric and how u smile and laugh and talk and everything seems fine but you’re just so painfully aware that the cuts are still there no matter how hard you try to be normal nothing can change the fact that they’re still there they’re still there and u can feel them and they’re still there and they’re still there and they’re still there and they’re still there and you can feel them

traumatized culture is wishing what they did to you was worse

everyone in my life would be better off without me.