Nasty habit…

I have this habit of thinking I owe people my life… I put them up high 

and I turn into this feeble thing. 

Like I can’t live without their love, validation or acceptance and approval.
I let them tear me down

break me, over and over 

because they love me 

in their sick and twisted way. 

Because they would never hurt me. 
I’m tired of letting the ones I love hurt me. 

I want to be free. 
I thought standing up to my father and he who must not be named was gaining my freedom 

but they were not nearly the monsters… 

the real ones were hiding in plain sight… eating away at me… 

feeding me poison 

and calling it love…


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