So today, a person that has caused me so much pain, who has the audacity to ask me to help him, when he has told me on several occasions to kill my self and what a whore or slut I was, asked me for forgiveness.
All I could think of was the pain he had caused me when he asked me that. How my depression and suicidal thoughts began with him telling me to, and how the first time I ever hurt myself, it was because of him.
I lied through my teeth as I told him everything was okay and that I forgave him. Then he asked me out on a date, and I have never been happier that I had a boyfriend before. He scares me so much, and the only reason that I ever texted him was because he said he would kill himself if I didn't. I knew it was an empty threat, but I couldn't let the risk of something like that on my conscious.
I shouldn't be spilling this all out on deviantart, where everyone can see and probably tell me what I did wrong, but I didn't feel like I could post this poem without the entire story behind it as well. What was originally just a few lines, turned into a complete rant.
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