The people who hurt you don’t know the damage they’ve created. To them, you look fine, you seem strong… They don’t know.

They don’t know the chest pain you feel. The throbbing headache. The noise in your ears. The constant nightmares. The cramps in your stomach. The voice that keeps saying, “You’re unworthy.” How hard it is to push through a day. The deep sadness that threatens to take your life.

They fucking don’t care.

They’re not even sorry.