
princeseadove
wannabe angel
- Mar 4, 2025
- 32
I find myself so exhausted these days, but at the same time not at all. Just so much hurt, like I am being stabbed, and allowed a break, and than stabbed again and again. It's a nonsensical way of describing how I feel, but it's how I feel. I find myself thinking what it means to spread my wings. I'm stuck in a very abusive household, with no where to go, and I just imagine myself free. Somehow in some way. To me spreading my wings, having peace, is either freedom, death, or success. I have so many idea, what I want to do, what I want to achieve. But I need freedom. I need to get out of here. But even than, I don't think I'll ever be able to recover. I truly, truly hate myself. But I at least, want to give myself some peace.