TW: this work of poetry contains mention of self harm and suicidal thoughts. if this is at all upsetting to you, please either skip this chapter, or exit this book.
i hate myself
i want to kill myself
why don't they love me
what have i done wrong
why is it so hard for them
to see that i'm broken
i scratch at my arms
pain rushing to my head
but all it does is distract me
from their yelling
from their anger
what did i do
to deserve this
i thought i was important
i thought i was special
i thought i was pretty
i thought i was smart
i thought i was kind
and yet they tell me the opposite
they tell me not to talk back
as if that's not how conversation works
they tell me not to get mad
as if that's not what they do too
they tell me to slow down
as if they didn't punish me for slowness
and here i sit
crying in my closet
the rain softly pattering the window
hiding my soft sobs
and they don't care
they sit out there mad
slamming away at their keyboards
not knowing the thoughts
that are rushing through my mind
i wrote this while sitting in my closet as it rained, crying out all my soul. my parents had just finished yelling at me, telling me all the reasons why i'm worthless. it hurt, but hey, words only cause more words. thanks to the pain my parents have caused me, i have grown in my writing skills. i'm doing better now, or at least trying to do better.
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