I need to learn about life.
That I can't have everything I want.
That life is a bitch
Just because you say so.
Yet, you still think I'm not healed.
From something that happened
Almost six years ago.
And when I claim I am
You tell me I'm not.
That I don't know.
You want me to experience things
Worse than that.
And I do every day.
I hear the words you speak behind my back
And the lies you say to my face.
I hear the voices in my head
Telling me that you don't love me.
And most of all
I hear how worthless I am to you.
How you want to protect me
By harming me.
But when I want to harm myself
You don't care.
Was six years ago not enough?
Was losing 3 years of my life not enough?
Am I not enough?
