I sit here and take the hate and hostility
not by choice,
because your words are like knives in the heart
making me feel worthless.
no way to escape.
because you made me.
You pushed me down when I felt happy.
saying the things that hurt the worst.
telling me everything is my fault
that I'm the one ripping this family apart
with my depression
and my feelings
when I am in your presence,
you make me feel like I deserve this endless agony.
making me crumble at the slightest word of discouragement
I promised myself I wouldn't cry when you said these things
but, feelings become bigger than the hurt,
and I break,
under the pressure of your hostility.
will this ever end?
maybe if I can survive.