She was sat there for like 6 hours and my heart was broken

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She was sat there for like 6 hours and my heart was broken

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After 2 highly abusive jobs which left me severely traumatised and, after 5 months of unemployment, I started applying for jobs again today. I'm not ready to get out there at all and I'm scared that I'll end up in abusive environments again. But unemployment has also affected me negatively (financially and mentally).
I'll greatly appreciate your prayers so something good will come out of all this and I'll finally find a rewarding and loving working environment.
Wenn wir ehrlich sind, merkt niemand, wie kaputt wir wirklich sind.
Maturing is realizing I was never too much. They were just that little.
I wasn't wrong for wanting geniune relationships. I wasn't wrong for wanting friends that cared as much as I did. There never was something different about me.
Ganz ehrlich? Ich kann das alles einfach nicht mehr. Kann bitte einfach wer den Schalter umlegen kommen?

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Heart ❤️ this post if you are being / were bullied or know someone who is. Bullying needs much more awareness.
Pusta ławka
Wchodzę do szkoły i czuję ten wstręt,
ich oczy krzyczą, że jestem tu błędem.
Śmieją się głośno dosłownie ze wszystkiego,
z mojego głosu, oddechu, z istnienia całego.
Popychają mnie mocno, jakbym nic nie znaczyła,
ktoś splunie pod nogi, ktoś nazwie mnie „gorszą”.
A kiedy obok nich próbuję przechodzić,
zasłaniają usta, jakbym miała ich zatruć.
Wracam do domu i płaczę po ciemku,
bo nie mam już siły utrzymywać lęku.
Patrzę na sufit i walczę ze sobą
czy zostać tu jeszcze, czy zniknąć na dobre.
I może pewnego dnia będzie już cisza,
nikt się nie zaśmieje, nikt mnie nie wyzwie.
Pusta zostanie ta ławka pod ścianą,
a ja razem z bólem po prostu zniknę.
Ps. Pusta ławka to historia, której nikt nie zdążył wysłuchać