It’s sad….. Ill always be some form of property, powerless, abused, and forgotten about, all because my dna decided to make me a woman.

That’s what I get in life… abuse, pain, fear. I’m nothing but a useful rag.

If I could have things my way I would be appreciated for all the little things I do, no one would dare to make bruise on my skin, And I’d be loved, …..actually loved and cared for.

I dream of flowers from my lover, forehead kisses that bring me butterflies and happy tears, a smile on my face instead of tears, orgasms that feel good instead of pain, and love….

I want unconditional love not pain. I want to feel seen and heard.

Please don’t abuse me, love me. My tears should be from happiness not pain.

If I experience another abusive dynamic or partnership I’m just gonna off myself tbh. Idk how these people find me but I want nothing to do with them and one day I’ll end up dead because of them. I’d rather my last tears be from me saying goodbye to the world than them being there because someone put them there again. I can’t live through another hit, rape, yelling arguments, and abuse. I just can’t and I won’t. I don’t want to be alone either so I’d rather be dead. No one would care if I’m gone anyway.