'Cuz I have hella feelings for you. You're too good for me. I'm only a fool for you. But I don't fucking care at all. Cuz I'm so fucking scared.'
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Bruises all up and down his arms.
Grip marks from wherever someone kept him in his place.
Scratches and cuts all down his left arm.
I knew I had to go back and do something. I just left him by himself.
What if where he got the bruises were from home?
What if he did that himself? I canceled on my friend Taylor from picking me up from school and walked back inside.
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Growing up my parents didn't want to deal with my emotions. If I cried they walked away.
If I got hurt they turned away.
They didn't want to have me bring them down with my anxiety attacks. They didn't even care when I didn't talk to them for 3 days after I ran away from home.
They didn't even notice the purple coloured marks up my thighs and arms.
I'm used to feeling that because this happens to me; I deserve it and I don't deserve anyone to help me or make me happy. Once you've put yourself in that mindset, it's incredibly hard to come out of it all by yourself.
I used to be alone until he showed up...
I was so distracted about figuring him out that I didn't have time to stay with my ways. I hoped I could help him like he helped me, just with one difference, he knows that I want to help him..