She looks at me,

She tells me I'm ugly,

I'm fat,

I will never succeed.

She says that my opinion doesn't count,

That my emotions are wrong,

That I am wrong.

And then she takes everything away.
Things I've earned,

Things I fought for…

I cry.

She walks outside my room and shuts the door.

While I sit in my room writing,


I can hear her laughing just out in the hall.

It hurts so badly, I can't think.

Everything I know is gone,

My identity stripped,

Body cold,

Mind torn open and bare.

I cut, I breathe,

I just want to be dead already.