M.B.

I am writing this letter to you. A letter that you will never read. With a gun and your **** you changed me. I will never be the ****ing same. You made me desperate in so many ways. Desperate for male idealization. I grip onto my sexuality as a weapon. I hurt myself with every man that ever got the best of me, then left. Like you ****ed me and left me. Gun to my head, please just pull the trigger. Put me out of my misery... I was ****ing fifteen. How was I supposed to give you what you thought you needed? Why couldn't you just have killed me? You threatened my life but instead took my childhood. From the moment I met you I was broken. And I held it all inside for so long that you became a part of me. No matter how hard I tear at my skin you are there. You made me ashamed of what I was so I could never be anything else. If only you could see me now. A broken woman in search of redemption... Attaining only disgust at what I have become. Because of you I will never know love. And love is all I ever wanted.

Deep and intense. Nice.

Now you can begin to heal.