You played me No I played me

 

Emotional abuse is real , see it took me a while to realize it but when I felt it I just knew this was it! you see in that moment it was clear I was the victim of the worse kind of torture hehehehe funny... I mean little did I know it took me so long to comprehend this ominous enmity to my soul. Now I say soul and not heart because there’s something in the way he used his words to bring me down, well now that I think of it sometimes he’s words were good too good to match up to, to good all I could do was hide in a shell hoping and praying that when he finally stopped shooting his gun at me I’d still be alive Boom boom and then silence Yes this  was my chance to open up Yes I was still alive , But instead of running and not looking back you know what I would do ? Hmmm I would pick up all the bullets and hand it to him to reload his gun see I say my soul because my heart understood the pain and made peace with it but my soul my soul died over & over and OVER again. He knew he had all the power heck I gave it to him ...so was I the victim or was I my own oppressor ?

This week I have two songs that speak to me and this piece 1. AWA - LIVE & LEARN 2. Nathan Blur- Confused

Ps. This is an open platform judgement free. You can share any of your experiences in the comments, if you relate say Yes sister and show some love😉