1Hate - Discouragment - self loathing
All because of what my father tells me
Twisting my words - throwing them back at me
So that they can burrow slowly into my mind
Until i go mad from hurt...
Hateful judgemental thoughs
Put into pain filled bullets and shot an inch from my narrow spirit
I have little left to go until they break me...
My sanity is a thin glass window.
Perhaps I should just give in,,,
Give up my soul to them so they'll finally love me...
Why does it take so much works to earn your own family's love?