Warning people above 18 only can read.
You were rejected the first week I met you, and none of the accusations would have happened if I had left by then. You cried and pleaded with me to stay because accusing me of things that don't exist in your imagination is a way for you to keep me. When you can't prove it, you snatched my phone while I was sleeping to concoct lies and disparage me in order to keep me trapped in your crazy world and ensure I would never leave you.
I didn't love you because I knew what your obsessions were: being right even when you were wrong, and winning even when you were losing.
Because I have so much love to give, I can love anyone, Being an empath is the most difficult trait to possess because you tend to love the wrong person and in return we get destroyed by our kindness.
You kick me when I'm down to take advantage of me to prove that you're not insane; I'm the one who's insane. You videotape me when you did wrong and hope I retaliate in rage to display just the worst aspects of my personality. You can't even speak the truth about how I protected you visibly while people were talking ill of you behind your back, and I shut them up. You don't know this because it's my responsibility to take care of my woman, and I did a lot for you that you don't know about, but I'm ashamed of it now because of what you did to me.
Because I know what kind of wicked you are, I fight with so many people for you that it makes no sense, but I help you nevertheless because that is the curse of an empath. We assist everyone, whether they are deserving or not.
There is heaven without you, my mind is clear, and the demons are no longer bothering me. There is only one good thing that has come out of this because you have broken me in so many pieces, and I almost shot myself that night. I went to the police station and told myself, "Do it, shoot yourself." Guns are everywhere, and all you need is one shot.
Well, as you know, I didn't shoot myself, so I struck a deal with myself. I lost a lot because it was stolen from you and your family, but it's fine now. Either move on and improve or I end my life.
That night, I slept on the streets, and I made a deal with myself: no more depression, accept pain, move on as you've never moved on before, and achieve what you've always wanted to do, which I did. When there is nothing preventing you, you will be shocked at how much control and power you have.
I've always had the power within me. I took my time learning about it.
Men will always believe a woman when she cries for aid, even if it's just to lead them to the craziness they're about to uncover.
Good luck to everyone, and I hope you will not be disappointed when the truth comes out, which could be today, tomorrow, a month from now, or many years from now. It's fine if you find it; I forgiven you because I know how evil works and not everyone will.
Always be safe, and may God's blessings be upon you.