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trust issues that aren’t issues

venting about life’s newest addition to my trauma bank

By g.m.t Published 4 years ago Updated 4 years ago 1 min read

I grew up with you

and when life beat me down and you picked me up off the ground

I even opened up

i let you see my blood and bruises

all my cuts

i trusted you

you told me you would protect me

you told me you would help me

now look at what you’ve fucking done

you’re just like all the others

the pedestal i put you on,

its dust

now, i know why everyone compared you to my piece of shit father

you broke her heart and mine

youve filled this family with more rage and disgust

distrust

you never even stopped to think about what was wrong or right

and you have the audacity to take up my time

with inappropriate proclamations

and for what?

you fucking men are all the same

to you loyalty doesn’t mean a fucking thing

quit while you’re ahead and save yourself the embarrassment

your family deserves better

don’t send your annual holiday letter.

heartbreak

About the Creator

g.m.t

bare bones,

here are rests the things ive wrote,

to purge, to mend whats broke.

read, or dont. <3

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