You break me down. With every jeering word, with every harsh syllable, you beat me down more and more until I reach a place of defeat, a place where everything is dark, and I cannot get up. Why? Why? Why do you say the things you say? Why do you make it your goal to meticulously pick out everything you don’t like about me and point it out in front of everybody? Why don’t you realize that those words you say hurt me deep inside? You make me cry, you make me sob, you make me feel so alone, so alone. You make me feel like I am nothing, you make me feel like I can never win.
I am done, I can’t keep doing this anymore. I can’t keep putting on a happy face and acting like nothing’s wrong, when really I am screaming. I don’t know what to do, I don’t know how to escape this endless parade of humiliation, self- hatred, terror and rage.