This is the part where I wish I were fucking dead.
I feel as though I am never strong enough to face and destroy these seeds inside me once and for all. I am not strong enough nor cold enough to trick my heart into doing what my brain tells me what is best.I will get better. I am a better person.
It is a constant struggle to believe in myself at times like this. I want to throw a brick into the mirror while screaming "What are you learning from this Shayla!?"
What can I possibly be learning from feeling this pain right now? What is my body trying to teach me? Why are you still crying love?
For a month's time I was fine not worrying about this boy. I had forgotten all debts and all important words and feelings. I was content with trying to get my buttons pressed by another man. I had no doubts or exceptions from anyone. I just wanted him to be happy.
& Now..
His face.
Her face.
Faces of people I do not know.
Questions.
Heat rising.
Blood...
Why do I constantly think about how much he has hurt me? How I always feel betrayed? How I wish he was here right now-//that even if he were here he doesn't care if I cry in front of him// but still I let him in. Why do every time I have a chance to fix things I fuck it up? Why is it so hard to remember the happy times? Why is it that I amplify the painful times so much. It's so hard remembering all the times he would kiss my forehead and call me 'dear'.
I'm so done with feeling like I am never enough. Done with watching him walk away. Done with hearing 'I can't take care of you right now but I will.' Everything I do, It's for us.'
The images will not go away & I fuckin hate him.
&..... at the same time, I hate the idea of hating him so much. I want to forgive him every single time. I have disrespected him so many times and he never once said I don't love you anymore.Why is it that I don't want him to look at another female/Ha! ..but that's too late. He's fucking them more now than ever.
Where the fuck did my happiness with Ryan go?!
The same person is still breaking my heart since '09.
I need to grasp on to that escape door like my life depended on it. But I can't find it right now. 2 fucking days later and nearly forgotten who I am to him.
Am I really so pathetic that despite what both my friends and family say I would do it over and over again?
I'm jumping all over the place now.
Moral of this story. You reap what you sow. & deep down I must be one sorry person...
No woman no Cry- Bob Marley
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