You put me in these chains that break my bones with each passing second.

The two people, who are supposed to love me more than anyone in this world, are just staring at me.
As these tears swallow my eyes and run down my face, they stain my cheeks and I cry out “Help me! Please!”
They hover over me and collapse from their laughter.
Before I can think, my hand gravitates to hers and I cry once again, “Please! Mommy help me!”
You’re not worth it. You’re not worth it. You’re not worth it.
You’ll ever be good enough. You’ll never say the right things.
You’ll never be successful. You’ll never be beautiful. You’ll never be worth fighting for.
They grab the same hand I once used when asking for their love and they forced me to carve these thoughts into my brain.
Their words are like needles, they used my inability to express myself as thread and continued to sew my mouth shut.
I lost everything because of them. Because of the people who are the reason why I exist to begin with.
I start to question if they regret having me as they suck my personality right out from my soul and trap it away in a tiny box into the closet.
Laying in pieces, they picked me up and threw me back onto the floor because they saw nothing in me.
No beauty, no future, no life.
I was lying there in the arms of the person who is supposed to love me most in this world and I begged her to help me. I begged for her to be my mom and love me.
You aren’t worth it.
I’m left to die here in pieces tangled in chains, but I take my last breath to say “I love you”.