Finally.

I feel my heart aching, fear, excitement, sadness all these emotions at once, tempting of backing out but telling myself I can’t. I’m finally leaving.. I’m doing it. No more hurting, no more crying myself to sleep, no more showers where I feel my heart in my stomach tears filling up half my tub. No more looking at myself point out the wrong, no more telling myself I’m nothing, no more getting called a bitch, whore, worthless , ugly.. No more putting up fights fist fighting back and forth, no more looking at bruises recalling what happened.. you hurt me so much, you manipulated me, I cut off everyone became so miserable without any social media expect glow.. not being able to talk to my parents, go out with my girls , even my best cousin, just staying in a room all day till you come home from work to sleep and repeat, not having time to respond to me but to follow bitches on Instagram, bitches YOUVE fucked , other women that have touched you before me, I’ll never understand why god made me this way, I’m so insecure now, one mans trash is another mans treasure right..? I don’t know what I’m going to do, but I’m gonna try so hard to get through this, you was supposed to be my happiness , when you crashed I ran away to go home with you, tried for a baby with you, went through hard times with you, cooked meals for you, folded your clothes rubbed you kissed you loved you with everything in me.. and it’s all gone, I feel nothing but pain, mentally and physically... I’m gonna be okay right.. Im fine.