You tell me you love me, but you don’t show me. I tell you I can’t do this anymore and you ask for a couple of days.
“We deserve that at least?” You say.
“That’s only fair.” I reply.
But inside I’m screaming and outside the tears are running down my cheeks. I feel sick to my stomach and I know that you don’t really get me. I feel like I can’t be myself around you and you’ve never really listened to the words that come out of my mouth. Like almost everyone else I’ve ever had a relationship with you only seem interested in what my mouth can do while it’s wrapped around your cock.
You slyly denigrate my work- the very essence of what I am. It’s all I have and right now it is slipping out of my hands and you have no idea.
I wake up every morning and I’m angry. I go to bed every night and I want to slit my wrists, and somewhere in between there I lose myself a little bit more. It’s time to get out before I lose it all.
“I’m speechless. I don’t know what to say right now.” You whisper.
“It’s ok,” I say soothingly, “You don’t have to say anything.”
And just like that I’m once again thinking of someone else’s needs instead of my own, regardless of the consequences to myself. Tomorrow I call my Doctor to up my meds before I do something ridiculous.
“We deserve that at least?” You say.
“That’s only fair.” I reply.
But inside I’m screaming and outside the tears are running down my cheeks. I feel sick to my stomach and I know that you don’t really get me. I feel like I can’t be myself around you and you’ve never really listened to the words that come out of my mouth. Like almost everyone else I’ve ever had a relationship with you only seem interested in what my mouth can do while it’s wrapped around your cock.
You slyly denigrate my work- the very essence of what I am. It’s all I have and right now it is slipping out of my hands and you have no idea.
I wake up every morning and I’m angry. I go to bed every night and I want to slit my wrists, and somewhere in between there I lose myself a little bit more. It’s time to get out before I lose it all.
“I’m speechless. I don’t know what to say right now.” You whisper.
“It’s ok,” I say soothingly, “You don’t have to say anything.”
And just like that I’m once again thinking of someone else’s needs instead of my own, regardless of the consequences to myself. Tomorrow I call my Doctor to up my meds before I do something ridiculous.
1 comment:
Dear Jane,
I hope you are feeling better. I hope that you can take a break from work, school and this guy (who doesn't deserve you) and take care of yourself with your doctor's assistance. When you are ready to come back, you wll be much more productive and feel better.
Take care,
Jaclyn
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