It Never Ends

A splurge of emotions.
Living with it and past it is the hardest part.
He's still a great part of my fears, why I can't sleep, why I am the way I am.
And the only reason why I don't wish awful things on him is because of my step-father, and how it would affect him in a seriously disasterous way.
Venting is good for you, but no amount of venting I've done has even remotely relieved anything...
I'll never be able to get over it.
It will always be this way for me.
The cycle of abuse never ends.

(end angst boo-hoo sleep )