Break me further

and continue the damage that had already been done.

Destroy me

and kill the last bit of humanity left in me

further than the one before you.

Anger me

until I see no reason

to believe in love ever again.

That’s how my relationships have been feeling

over and over,

as if they made a bet

that the next could do worse than the first.

They fix what the other had done,

but not completely,

just enough to make me think I have healed.

And the moment I begin to believe that,

they reopen the old scars

in the most cruel way possible

and create new ones.

And so the circle continues.

Every friendship or relationship that came and went

left me a scar with such an original story,

so I would never forget.

Yet the key

of every single haunting story

is me.

So is my fate

just to meet bad people

that love the game of worsening

an already broken girl

or am I so unlovable

that everyone gives up

and abandons me

because there is no other way out?