Why would you fucking yell at me while having a panic attack?
What's wrong with you?
Why would you yell at me for something like that? Is it that hard to understand.
You're pathetic. A piece of shit.
I hate you with everything in me. You know that we don't get along yet you still treat me like shit.
You know about all my problems, and still tell me I was a mistake, a failed abortion. Do you think I don't already know you guys didnt want me?
The only reason you're not dead from all the surgeries you've had, is because you put a roof over my head and my mom loves you.
If it wasn't for her you wouldnt be here. Either that or I'd be moved out by now. I know if mom wasnt here you'd kick me out.
I dont wish death upon anyone, but with all the abuse you've put me through, I wont be disappointed if you're dead.
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From My Point of View
PoetryRandom thoughts and feelings after late night breakdowns, phonecalls, anxiety attacks or anything that comes to mind really. I'm going to add a TW because these are my thoughts and I have bulimia, Manic Bipolar Disorder, anxiety, ect,. Just figured...
