You can make it on your own.

Take the safety off kid

I’m tired of being stuck at home in the place that is empty of the love that I poured into our life. I’ve carried myself my whole life. I wanted our life together. You don’t hurt the people you love. Abuse isn’t love. Why was it so easy for him to hurt me and leave me and act like the four and a half years we were together was nothing. And I’m stuck with the remnants of our life. I’m so sad and alone now. I don’t have a home to go home to. Home is chaos. My family is chaos. One week was enough there. The house is empty. I can’t go into our bedroom. I couldn’t be in the same bed where you hit me. You’re just like your father. You abandoned me. You hurt me. I shouldn’t cry more in a relationship in it than when it’s over. But I still miss you. Even though you hurt me. We didn’t spend our last night together. I couldn’t be in the same bed as you. You got mad and slammed doors because I asked to be alone. So I got what I wanted. I’m alone. I’m better off for it. I know. I can act like I have everything together but i don’t. It’s a mask. I’ve always lived with a mask on. I don’t know who I am underneath or how to live without it. It’s just me.