I hug you, and you back away.
I cry, and you yell at me.
I beg for help, and you just watch me.
I tell you I'm depressed, and you get mad.
I ask you if you're okay, and you scream at me.
And the one time I call you out, you tell me I'm
A retard.
A bitch.
A disappointment.
A horrible daughter.
A drama queen.
That I'm selfish.
Selfish. Selfish. Selfish. Selfish. Selfish.
I've always hated that word.
And you know it. And yet you still use it again and again and it makes me want to scream my fucking lungs out.
You wonder why I lock my door when I cry, and why I don't tell you the real reason I'm upset, and why I don't like you.
You fucking wonder.
Sorry.
I really am so sorry.
But I just can't live like this.
