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Gaslighting
Your words are etched deep into my skin,
They must have hurt, these scars,
But you told me they were beautiful,
And I believed you.
Your accusations have ripped my flesh in,
My brain and heart, are stored in your jars,
But you said I was safe and beautiful,
And I believed you.
I am bones in a cage in a rusty bin,
I have forgotten my dreams, and the stars,
You said they were never beautiful,
And I believed you.
I am dust, in air spread too thin,
I float through the gaps in the bars,
I feel the warmth of a spark within,
The glimmer of hope from afar,
The shimmer of lights that begin
To glow, burn, blaze, char,
You towered over me, so beautiful,
I was so ugly and useless, you see,
But I somehow held onto the choice
To believe not in you, but in me.
They must have hurt, these scars,
But you told me they were beautiful,
And I believed you.
Your accusations have ripped my flesh in,
My brain and heart, are stored in your jars,
But you said I was safe and beautiful,
And I believed you.
I am bones in a cage in a rusty bin,
I have forgotten my dreams, and the stars,
You said they were never beautiful,
And I believed you.
I am dust, in air spread too thin,
I float through the gaps in the bars,
I feel the warmth of a spark within,
The glimmer of hope from afar,
The shimmer of lights that begin
To glow, burn, blaze, char,
You towered over me, so beautiful,
I was so ugly and useless, you see,
But I somehow held onto the choice
To believe not in you, but in me.
Published 2nd Jan 2020
Author's Note
I escaped an abusive and violent relationship that lasted six years. The most difficult aspect of it was the psychological manipulation, gaslighting and silent treatment. I write about these as a form of self-expression.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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24th Jan 2020 00:06am
this.
" But I somehow held onto the choice
To believe not in you, but in me."...is destiny...the divinity inner the core...that drives moves us beyond anything...any psycotic gaslighting or worsest hypocrisies or so silken veiled- brutalities ...write on, the light & love of Our own Oneself leads All...
" But I somehow held onto the choice
To believe not in you, but in me."...is destiny...the divinity inner the core...that drives moves us beyond anything...any psycotic gaslighting or worsest hypocrisies or so silken veiled- brutalities ...write on, the light & love of Our own Oneself leads All...
