Submissions by jasmine_2003

My heart ache is no less there than yours simply because you feel you went through worse. My life thus far has not been easy, you did not make it better with your seething lips like fire or remarks like knives.

I never wanted it to be a competition as to which one of us had it worse off, I simply begged you to see the scars you caused me at my lowest, because I promise you I felt every one of yours like they were my own.

I remember stories of the monsters under my bed and in my closet, they never scared me. Not until I saw you becoming the monster in my home, saw you...

I feel the most beautiful after a good cry.
When my eyes are all red and the skin surrounding them puffy.
I think that the hives I get across my cheeks make me look more alive then I feel most of the time.
I don't love myself the same after a shower, or after I do my makeup and hair for work. I used to love wearing my makeup...
I wish that I could love myself in my brightest moments, but it feels like a mask covering up the pain I'm really feeling.
I'm sad a lot, but at least I feel beautiful when I cry.

I spent the night before fathers day drunk this year.
It wasn't on purpose, at least I don't think so...
Either way it didn't make it hurt any less,
It just made me angry, angry that you felt like it was ok to break my heart,
You were supposed to be my first love, Daddy.

Instead you fucked me up, you fucked up my idea of love.
You showed me that love was made up of accusations and lies,
and that the only way anyone could love me was if I was submissive in every aspect.

Maybe someday I might forgive you,
But your faults are not my...

Number 1: They will tell you that people change and that it will get better but it doesn’t, and it never will. Because narcissists do not love you unless it is directly beneficial to their own agenda, they do not love you unless your success can be credited to them. The worst part of growing up with a deadbeat dad is the way people look at you for the rest of your life. the people who grew up in happy homes will never understand how it feels to be stabbed in the back by the man who was supposed to be your first love. They will tear you apart, their words like daggers sinking into your veins,...