She looks at me,
She tells me I'm ugly,
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…
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,
Mind torn open and bare.
I cut, I breathe,
I just want to be dead already.