"Childhood should be carefree, laughing and playing in the sun; not living a nightmare in the darkness of what goes on behind closed doors."
I hate the fact that you've made growing up with you a living hell. I don't like being terrified of your next step. You swear that you love me and care but then in only a few minute interval, you let your fucking anger get the best of you. You always take it out on me. Why? I know I'm not a good daughter but do I really deserve to be living with this constant fear? Do I deserve all the bruises and welts that have been left from when you'd lose your temper? I don't know what more you want from me, I do everything you ask and get my shit done. I don't understand why it's always me, never anyone else. Then you act hurt when you see how scared I get when you get angry. Don't act like you don't know why I get as scared as I do. You're the one who fucking caused it. You're the reason why I've become so good at lying to people. Hide the marks, don't tell them what really happened. If they ask, just say you hurt yourself on accident. I agree to do these things because I want to give you another chance. I want to believe that one of these times you'll change. And I won't have to lie to people because there will be nothing to lie about. I don't want to be living in this constant state of fear around you. I really don't but you don't seem to want to change.
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Lock Away Your Heart
RandomTW: physical abuse, self-harm, death, eating disorders Keep to yourself, don't draw in unwanted attention. Don't you dare let that cheerful attitude fade. Put on a fake smile and go about your day. No one needs to know what goes on after dark. No on...
