All My Thoughts Are Transmitted Through Cryptic Code...
...And unless you have the de-coder...
I believe you are fucked.
...
It seems as though no matter how torn up I got from abusive words,
No matter how long it was on a mental continuous repeat for weeks on end,
No matter how abandoned I felt when I saw who the author was,
No matter how many tears and screams erupted from the festering,
And no matter how difficult it was to restrain myself from wanting it all back
(then feeling furious at myself for even thinking about picking up the phone)
I am glad that I had this experience.
It's a lesson learned.
A moral at the end of the story.
And I know that I'm happier than I've been in a Loooong while.
And I believe it'll stay that way for a loooooong time.
...the words are impossible to forget.
And nearly impossible to forgive.
Why would I want to put myself through it all again?
...Unless it were just to have another excuse to become a self-inflicted victim.
Another excuse to be pitied.
And abused.
It means that I would forgive anything.
And it means that I would've believed in myself as much as I believe in god.
I have more self-worth than I am willing to expose.
And it is because I wish to value myself a bit more than I once did,
that I would never EVER
And will not succumb to flattering text on a screen
That appeared almost a year after I was informed in the same font...
That I was "barely even human."
I believe you are fucked.
...
It seems as though no matter how torn up I got from abusive words,
No matter how long it was on a mental continuous repeat for weeks on end,
No matter how abandoned I felt when I saw who the author was,
No matter how many tears and screams erupted from the festering,
And no matter how difficult it was to restrain myself from wanting it all back
(then feeling furious at myself for even thinking about picking up the phone)
I am glad that I had this experience.
It's a lesson learned.
A moral at the end of the story.
And I know that I'm happier than I've been in a Loooong while.
And I believe it'll stay that way for a loooooong time.
...the words are impossible to forget.
And nearly impossible to forgive.
Why would I want to put myself through it all again?
...Unless it were just to have another excuse to become a self-inflicted victim.
Another excuse to be pitied.
And abused.
It means that I would forgive anything.
And it means that I would've believed in myself as much as I believe in god.
I have more self-worth than I am willing to expose.
And it is because I wish to value myself a bit more than I once did,
that I would never EVER
And will not succumb to flattering text on a screen
That appeared almost a year after I was informed in the same font...
That I was "barely even human."