It isn't fair.

It isn't fair that the damage they did to me in the past still causes me so much pain today.

Bitch. Whore. Fat.

Punch. Slam. Rape.

You raped me. It hurt. You wouldn't stop.

You were supposed to love me,

But you made my body incapable of truly feeling without fear ever again.

My body was a cantaloupe

And you gutted me; scraped out all of my seeds

Claiming them as yours.

Then he came along.

I trusted him with the last seed I had left; the only one you left behind.

He was sweet,

But then turned bitter.

Bitch. Whore. Fat.

Punch. Slam. Attempted murder.

I trusted him with my last seed.

Now I am completely empty

The pain you both caused me is in the past,

But I still feel the wounds today.

They took all of my seeds, and now I have none left to give.

It isn't fair


  • Author: MeganRose (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 3rd, 2018 00:58
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Goldfinch60

    Very sad emotive write, I do sincerely hope that new seeds will be planted in your life and that they will ripen into true love and tenderness.

  • Clark

    This broke my heart. I understand completely and i relate on every level possible. Just so you know, I am here for you. You can have some of my seeds.

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