Blood Bath

Oh what a blood bath it would be, if it were to happen again. 

A blood bath, indeed. 

For I am different now.

I never used to take much shit but you took me by surprise. 

Now it’s fight or flight for me, and it’s all the time. 

I would make you pay.

Not with a report of the incident, but another much more painful incident for you. 

I don’t think you understand what you have done to my mind.

I don’t think you understand that you pushed me over the fucking edge. 

I don’t even think you understand what you did to me.

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About zedmondson

Zoe. 22. Australia. I'm writing to share my experiences with Bipolar Disorder with others. I believe in fighting stigma surrounding mental illness. I believe in being able to wear my heart on my sleeve; or on my blog. And I believe in myself. That's what my blog is all about. Hope you enjoy x View all posts by zedmondson

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