Did anyone else experience abusive parents telling you how ‘lucky’ you are that you’re still a kid because you have it easy now, and things are about to get much harder for you once you grow up, because people still 'coddled’ you because you’re small but once you’re adult you shouldn’t expect anything from anyone, and will have to work much harder to get by? And it would instill complete terror in you because you were barely surviving as it is, things were already so impossibly hard and painful you wanted to end your existence, and by telling you things are about to get harder, you were actually told “you aren’t going to live for much longer“ and it was a big part of why you never expected to live to grow up
I know the reason why you left…I just don’t know her name.
Poetry At Most
“I want to tell him that I don’t know what I feel. I want him but I’m frightened to want him. I don’t want my happiness to be entirely dependent on somebody else’s…”
— Jojo Moyes
Abusive parents don’t ALWAYS seem abusive. Sometimes they can be sweet.
You need to remember that just because they were sweet once they aren’t good people.
They still hurt you. They still did awful things, said awful things.
Your abuse is no less valid because your abuser can seem nice from time to time.
But the truth was that you never needed me the way I needed you. You never needed anyone the way I needed you.
Poetry At Most
there’s something about you that makes me want to be better. i look at you working so hard and achieving all of your goals and it makes me want to do the same. i want to be the best version of myself for you because you look at me and i know i can be.
4am
“Let someone love you just the way you are - as flawed as you might be, as unattractive as you sometimes feel, and as unaccomplished as you think you are. To believe you must hide of all the parts of you that are broken, out of fear that someone else is incapable of loving what is less than perfect, is to believe that sunlight is incapable of entering a broken window and illuminating a dark room.”
— Marc Hack
I would like to get to know you. I would like to talk to you every day. I would like to know about your interests and hobbies. I would like to know everything about you. I would like to know you. I would like to be friends with you. I would like to be with you.
I would like // 12:26am (via heavenlythoughts)
Everything seems to be so hard. A blog about feelings, poetry, mental health and past trauma experiences and about living with it.
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