How many more times are you gonna drill the fact that I'm a mistake into my head? How many more times are you going to remind me?
You called me a monster. Said you created one. And now I'm sat here thinking I am one.
How many more times is it going to take for you to completely break me? How many more times are you going to use your strength against my weak state?
How many more times are you going to break me down before you see that I'm already shattered?
How much more of this will I be able to take before I'm killed?
My spirit has died. Not much more left then an empty shell. Maybe I am a monster.
But only because you make me one.
The world is cruel and unfair. Somehow I manage to ruin everything before I even take a step out of my bedroom.
I dread leaving my house for fear of causing more havoc.
Why was I made this way? Am I destined to be the one everyone despises enough to kill with words?
I guess I am a monster. Because I feel like one.
But you, are the monster for breaking me.
The world is cruel. It is only a matter of time.
Even my mum has lost hope in me. But then again, she never had any. No one ever has.
