My Painful Truth Part 1

You told me I was beautiful - " in the beginning of our story. And though I couldn't see it- you did all you could to show me. You told me I was strong.- Even convinced me I was brave. Convinced, eventually- that you meant the things you'd say. The process wasn't easy,- see I still struggle to this day. But you had spoke such love to me- I saw myself in different ways. The ways you'd trace my body- finding beauty in it's flaws. I started to believe you- when you'd gaze at me in awe. You said that you were proud of me- and you'd list off reasons why. I embodied your beliefs.- You made me want to be alive. Who wouldn't want to be alive- if all these things were true? Ignited me with hope,- invoked some peace within me too! A safe place, no, a home- Someone to finally call my own. I knew then I was loved- And that I'd never be alone. But little did I know- you'd soaked my happiness with lies. Our love laced with dishonesty- when you'd look me in my eyes. You naturally deceived me- it seems with no effort at all. You lifted me with words- despite you knowing that I'd fall. You'd touched my soul do deeply- woke the goddess lain within. Just to find the she- was merely wasted bone and skin. You scoffed at those who'd hurt me.- Said they'd ought to be ashamed. You said I was worth more- so why'd you go and do the same? You told me I was beautiful.- That I was strong, and loved. Made me want to be alive- even though living living in is rough. even You brought out a hope in me- (Till) I believed ever single word. Just to find out otherwise- Soaked in blood, and endless hurt. Why did you paint such beauty- knowing none of it was true? You held my heart so tender- Again, betrayed. This time by you. This tidal waved of hatred,- don't mistake, it's not for you. It's solely for myself- for letting me believe in you. How foolish could I be?- ... See part 2.