Somewhere

The words that didn't matter......

Go to hell.
Go to fucking hell.
That's what I wished I said to you, instead I hid, hid behind my feelings that you brought on that I thought I was past.
You reminded me that some feelings can't be hid in the past and they come out.
You reminded happiness never last, especially for someone like me.
Most of all, you caused this, you caused me looking in the mirror because I was marked, as your toy as someone you used, even if it wasn't for your own pleasure I can't help but not stop my brain from assuming. Some sick twisted way you got pleasure enjoyment from knowing you hurt me as you've done with so many others and then call them crazy to me and me being dumb and naive, I believed you, I believed every word but look where that has gotten me. Everyone looks at me and says I understand but no one does, no one understands the sheer amount of terror of feeling like your marked or seen as a toy.
You caused this, the body I was beginning to love now makes me want to die I want it gone hidden because it's been marked by YOU.
Go to hell.
Go to fucking hell.