I dated a f*ucking t*osser. It was many years ago, but very damaging. We met in a homeless hostel. I was 19 and he was 26. I had left home because of abuse and guess what!!! Landed into more!
At the time I didn't expect more...
I’m praying for goodbye, because I cannot live the lie.
The world goes past as normal, as I’m looking at this guy.
I feel that I can never be a player in this game,
I am losing so far and it’s stinking of the pain.
Now you’re not my enemy, because you are a joke.
You thought when you abused me, that you had my spirit broke.
You didn’t, as you strengthened it each time I cried for more,
forcing you to find new methods, harsher than...