If this is so called love, than I must be completely blind. To endure such emotional pain that causes you to become mentally sick. I stick my head into this unrealistic world to forget about my real life, playing virtual games and reading and watching movies. Sometimes, praying that I don't wake up the next day. To be with someone that gas lights you and to get used to the things that person says and does even though you know it isn't right. To be caught up in lies and not know who you even are anymore. from waiting a few hours to respond to loved ones when receiving messages asking "how are you, I miss you?" Slowly catching myself looking in the mirror watching tear drops fall down my cheeks. From, when having a bad day full of hateful arguments turns into making up by pleasing you in bed and fulfilling your own desires. Feeling used, feeling as if anything I say or do is uncalled for and unheard. The feeling of uselessness while being called names, not being motivated enough to continue a day that goes by. If this is so called love that requires you to suffocate and punish the person that cared and loved you the most before by isolation, controlling, physical and emotional abuse than I don't ever want to be in love. It is proven that love is most addicting drug anyone could ever take especially when it is controlled by a narcist .

Wanting you to show me your love for me is like asking for you to jump off a bridge.

Wanting you to show me you love me is like me folding your clothes while you yell at me .

Wanting you to show me you love me is like me being on my laptop while staring at you from the other side while you pay attention to something else.

Wanting you to show me you love me is like me begging you for an apology.

Wanting you to show me you love me is like me waiting for you to treat me like a princess like you used to.

Wanting you to show me you love me is like drinking whiskey all night just to be able to have one good night .

Wanting you to show me you love me is impossible.

Wanting you to show me you love me is like kissing your feet and begging you to clean them before you come in .

Wanting you to show me you love me is like faking a smile when around family members .

Wanting you to show me you love me is like having to pretend i am ok with living with myself feeling unwanted.

Wanting you to show me you love me is like pretending you want to be with me when truly you don’t.

Wanting you to show me you love me is like asking you for a favor just to get a simple no as an answer.

Wanting you to show me you love me is like only being able to please you as i sit there and wonder what i did to deserve all of this.

Wanting you to show me you love me is like being diagnosed with depression and anxiety .

Wanting you to show me you love me

Is like loving myself less and less each day that goes by .

My feelings are as dark as my roast coffee .

My car is as golden as my heart .

But i am no object .

My soul screams for freedom as the butterfly.

My heart beats faster every time i think about letting go even though i love you .

But i am no object .

I wish i had wings to fly and understand your mentality and the way you think.

I am no psychic but i do know that everything that you think is good never lasts.

But i am no object.

I am no toy to chew on and play with and throw out the next day.

I ponder for my blade, when i think about what i am Not capable of doing for myself.

But i am no object.

I just want to feel loved and cherished.

I just want to feel like my very best self again.

I just want someone to tell me everything will be ok.

But i am no object.

As i sit here and think about what i may do to hide this fear, i may just fall back into the same ditch.

I think about starting over and being young all over again everyday .

But i am no object.

I’m exhausted.

I’m drained mentally & physically.

I’m tired of the same routines.

I’m tired of feeling like I can’t achieve whatever i want to achieve in life.

I’m tired of feeling alone but the reason i feel alone is because i have trust issues and my mind is stuck in the past.

I’m tired of being the second-third option in life.

It’s like waking up everyday and living the exact same day every single day .

I’m tired of living in a world where you have to live with doubts and fears.

I want to live in a world of my own, a world that isn’t so luxurious, just a modern simple life.

I’m so tired that sometimes I just want to runaway into the woods and escape the real world.

I’m tired of feeling like every step i take is being judged by others.

I’m tired of feeling misunderstood.

I’m tired of thinking, I’m tired of not living the life i want to live.

I’m tired of doing the most and caring so much and not being recognized.

I’m tired of pretending .

I’m tired of fake smiling .

I’m tired of thinking about my future and not being motivated enough to make anything happen.

I’m tired of not being able to do the things that i used to be able to do.

I’m tired of being in my own skin and in my own body.

I’m tired of hiding in the closet just because i’m scared to express my true feelings and emotions about life.

I’m tired of being bossed around and not having my own saying of things.

I’m tired of people thinking I’m stupid and always being against me when all I do is keep quite.

I’m tired of not doing anything.

I’m tired of sleeping in and waking up late.

I’M TIRED OF BEING TIRED.

Anxiety is a lot like … being in a rollercoaster but having no idea when the drop is coming and feeling like it’s constantly just around the corner.

Anxiety is a lot like … being sick all the time but never knowing what exactly caused you to get sick to begin with.

Anxiety is a lot like being in a maze where you can’t find the exit so you just keep wandering around hoping to get out some day.

Anxiety is a lot like you’ve just run a marathon but can’t catch your breath at the end.

Anxiety is a lot like being intune with yourself and having self awareness.

Anxiety is a lot like being an empath Or generally more caring of others than you are with yourself.

Anxiety is a lot like the equivalent to being highly stressed or excessive worrying.

Anxiety is a lot like having physical side-effects that can be embarrassing.

Anxiety is a lot like isolating yourself in order to avoid anxious thoughts and feelings but only getting serious FOMO and more anxious thoughts and feelings from being alone.

Anxiety is a lot like feeling trapped within yourself.

Anxiety is a lot like wanting to try and tackle anxiety head-on but also wanting to crawl into bed and sleep at the same time.

Anxiety is a lot like wishing you could tell your brain to shut up for a few hours.

Anxiety is a lot like finding it impossible to get truly happy or excited about anything.

Anxiety is a lot like fear of being rejected and being unloved or that our flaws are too much for others to handle.

Anxiety is a lot like lacking self wroth and finding excuses to not pursue things because we don’t believe in ourselves.

Anxiety is a lot like ME ….

Anyone that is caring and has a desire to help others, captures a narcissists attention. You give, they take. It’s a match made in heaven hell. This narcissistic love is at times confusing and forceful. Understanding this sanity includes comprehending the actions of a narcissistic lover. Furthermore this narcissist person is very egoistic. Unfortunately I was being dragged into this deeply held belief that we so call love or at least we sleep on the thought of it being called that, when it’s most definitely not.

When you truly love someone you don’t manifest hate towards them. That’s healthy unconditional love. It’s something narcissists aren't familiar with. In this case the father was the narcissistic person while the mother and the children suffered from the narcissistic love. Suddenly getting to visually experience violent scenes, made me feel weak and tender .

My father was the unconditional narcissist lover. I wanted to hate my mother for accepting all of this nonsense in her life for years. But I couldn’t. I wouldn’t . I can’t hate her . I loved her. As I sat back and lit up all of the letters on fire that I had received from him. I had never looked back.

Narcissists decided to take advantage of my father this caused him to act aggressively. They were both blinded by this so called narcissistic love. A horrifying prisoned type of love. Insanity in my pulses still pump as my heart races fast and i remember the blood that dripped down my mother's forehead. Being dragged into this deeply held belief that we so call love or at least we sleep on the thought of it being called that, when it’s most definitely not. I will always believe that narcissistic love is present out in the world waiting to demolish someone else.

My heart was racing as my mind was chasing after a fear I couldn’t let go of. The type of fear I wouldn’t allow anyone one to recognize because I was afraid to be done wrong. Although many might have this fear it’s not contagious. I wanted to believe that the word second chance wasn’t a scheme. I remember being terrified of falling cards filled with disappointments and regrets. I recall having a broken heart shattered into pieces as I sat there thinking about all the chances I gave others. Deciding whether or not it was worth it to even reflect thoughts around second chances since, that’s my greatest fear of all.

“Don’t fall for it, don’t look back,” I whispered to myself everytime i thought about giving a second chance. The reason I despite giving second chances is because, I don’t forget words said out of anger and I most definitely don’t forget crying myself to sleep at night. Even when I forgive, I don’t forget. This fear of mine has woken me up from a nightmare, it made me realize my worth and values and if someone was going to get hurt again it was not going to be me again. Thinking I could change my past by snapping my fingers together or blinking a couple times but, reality is fatal.

I honestly think that in this world people only come back when they think it’s the most convenient for themselves. I’m just afraid to give someone a flower and watch it frown in their hands once again. I’m scared of giving second chances and missing out on better opportunities that would’ve made my flower blossom. I don’t think I’ll ever give this fear a second chance because second chances aren't my thing it’s just a conspiracy to me.

My favorite place is somewhere where I can reflect on my life and my self-spirit. It’s a place where I can free my mind and express my true self. My favorite place leads me into losing myself and forgetting about my problems and clearing up my mind. This place tends to blow wind in my hair and makes me want to have total freedom. My favorite place in the world is the beach. The sun in my skin makes me have rosy cheeks and drains me, making me feel relaxed. The way my feet run through the sand as I walk makes me feel at home and comfortable.

The beach is perfect in my eyes because it is a beautiful part of nature. Therefore, when I am at the beach I dip myself into the cold water and I feel the waves take my problems away making them vanish in a blink of an eye. The beach is perfect for me because it makes me feel like a bird that’s ready to take off into the world facing my fears. The beach is a place where you can encounter me when I feel upset. The beach is the only place I want my feelings and tears to be washed away in.

My favorite place in the world comes with a fresh margarita and a special book in my hands to loosen up my thoughts. I love that at the beach I can enjoy peaceful time with my family and friends. It seems to me that the beach is the only place that unites us all together; the only place that washes away our real-life problems. At the beach there is no “go take the trash out or go do the dishes.” The beach has a nice location with food stands and bars around the location. My favorite place in the world doesn’t have strict priorities.

The beach is somewhere I go with a loved soul to show them how special they are to me. That someone has to be my favorite person to ever be seen at my favorite place in the world with me. Moreover, at the beach I can hold that special person's hands tightly and walk the sandy shores talking about our future together like no other has before. The beach is where I find myself going back to every year unlike some of my friends that walk away every year. The beach is my amigo para sempre; meaning best friend forever. It never walks away from me or let’s go of my inner spirit.

I know I can tell all my secrets to the beach and it will never run off spreading rumors about me making me feel betrayal. In conclusion, the beach for me is the best place in the world. I enjoy being myself and showing it off to the world without being judged upon. I also savor every moment that I spend while I am at the beach because it fulfills my heart.

Anyone that is caring and has a desire to help others, captures a narcissists attention. You give, they take. It’s a match made in heaven hell. This narcissistic love is at times confusing and forceful. Understanding this sanity includes comprehending the actions of a narcissistic lover. Furthermore this narcissist person is very egoistic. Unfortunately I was being dragged into this deeply held belief that we so call love or at least we sleep on the thought of it being called that, when it’s most definitely not.

When you truly love someone you don’t manifest hate towards them. That’s healthy unconditional love. It’s something narcissists aren't familiar with. In this case the father was the narcissistic person while the mother and the children suffered from the narcissistic love. Suddenly getting to visually experience violent scenes, made me feel weak and tender .

My father was the unconditional narcissist lover. I wanted to hate my mother for accepting all of this nonsense in her life for years. But I couldn’t. I wouldn’t . I can’t hate her . I loved her. As I sat back and lit up all of the letters on fire that I had received from him. I had never looked back.

Narcissists decided to take advantage of my father this caused him to act aggressively. They were both blinded by this so called narcissistic love. A horrifying prisoned type of love. Insanity in my pulses still pump as my heart races fast and i remember the blood that dripped down my mother's forehead. Being dragged into this deeply held belief that we so call love or at least we sleep on the thought of it being called that, when it’s most definitely not. I will always believe that narcissistic love is present out in the world waiting to demolish someone else.

My heart was racing as my mind was chasing after a fear I couldn’t let go of. The type of fear I wouldn’t allow anyone one to recognize because I was afraid to be done wrong. Although many might have this fear it’s not contagious. I wanted to believe this was not a second chance scheme. I remember being terrified of falling cards filled with disappointments and regrets. I recall having a broken heart shattered into pieces as I sat there thinking about all the chances I gave others. Deciding whether or not it was worth it to even reflect thoughts around second chances since, that’s my greatest fear of all.

“Don’t fall for it, don’t look back,” I whispered to myself everytime i thought about giving a second chance. The reason I despite giving second chances is because, I don’t forget words said out of anger and I most definitely don’t forget crying myself to sleep at night. Even when I forgive, I don’t forget. This fear of mine has woken me up from a nightmare, it made me realize my worth and values and if someone was going to get hurt again it was not going to be me again. Thinking I could change my past by snapping my fingers together or blinking a couple times but, reality is fatal.

I honestly think that in this world people only come back when they think it’s the most convenient for themselves. I’m just afraid to give someone a flower and watch it frown in their hands once again. I’m scared of giving second chances and missing out on better opportunities that would’ve made my flower blossom. I don’t think I’ll ever give this fear a second chance because second chances aren't my thing it’s just a conspiracy to me.