Tomorrow, I’ll hurt you with grace. Today, I feel like smothering you with a fucking pillow. I never want you to tell me you love me ever again. You’re a sorry excuse for a man. You hurt me for the last time. You made me cry myself to sleep way too many times. The mere…
Tag: tragic
Scraps.
I was so desperate for love and acceptance I was happy for any scraps you would toss my way. I would scarf them down my throat & beg for more. I was just happy someone noticed me enough to pity me. & that’s just fucking pathetic.
