He skinned me alive, He used me too. He trashed me again, But said “I love you”. He made me insecure, But i had a breakthrough. I’m glad we are done, It’s not me - it’s you.
Death will be my last silent cry to regain my purity
Today was the first time I uttered the words child ****** abuse followed by the word mother. And the first time I cry in front of my therapist. Time doesn’t heal all wounds, but death will.