poetry by a girl who's afraid of herself //

dead roots.

How can I be strong when you're tearing the roots from beneath me with that sly look on you face?

How can I feel loved when you remind me on a daily basis how worthless I am and will never be loved?

How can I feel special when you remind me that people like me will never ever be anything more then just someone who will never be seen?

How can I get better when you're the very reason I want to get worse?

How can I be happier when I come home every day to you attacking me both physically and mentally?

So tell me mom, how can I continue to breathe when you tell me every reason why I shouldn't