So many voices in my head that i don't even know what is mine. So many words in my mind that I can't even remember most of them. So many names that have been said to me that i've gotten so use to being called them. So many broken memories and unshed tears inside of me that i don't even know how to react anymore. So much have i been through, and yet at such a young age I still know that i have more to go through. More shit to deal with that will break me more. More depression and anxiety that will conquer my mind. Ive become so numb that i'm used to having a blade run across my skin. I'm use to being hit by words and hands. I'm use to being called nasty names, and getting abused verbally, emotionally, and sometimes physically. Why did I have to go through this? Why does anyone have to go through this? So many questions, but very little answers. And yet the main question is.... Why do others enjoy making people break and suffer from depression, anxiety, loneliness, abandonment, isolation, pain, and sometimes even death.
