Tears threatening to fall
I hide them to act strong
Pinned up in a corner with no where to run
My family is turning against me
My own brother called me 'the root of the problems within the family before and after dad died'
Self esteem getting lower than it already was
There was no argument to lead up to that sentence
I am now a punching bag
Love, care, and worry is what I give my family
All I get is
'Its your fault'
'Stop acting like that'
An old demon returns and its question rings through my head
'Why do I matter?'
I'm slowly believing it
An old chant begins
'Grab a razor'
I find light but darkness drags me back
My trust is lost
'Who can I trust now?'
The multiple stabs
Everyone is out to hurt me
-Betrayed
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The Silent Struggle
RandomA book of hand made poems and quotes For all who is hurting In need of healing Just a way to express yourself Through my experiences I write about Pain and the Healing that comes with it
