Once again, you've managed to make me see myself as way less of a person than I am, like I'm some sort of useless toy that exists for no purpose. Just a waste of space.
Tonight, you didn't let me sleep. You decided my poor body wasn't worth getting the rest it well deserves, you highlighted the parts of me that you're supposed to overlook, my mistakes.
The flaws in my face and actions, in my head and figure, you can't just steal away my breath as you please, you can't press on my heart the way you do.
Why do you insist on crushing me in between four pitch black walls dripping in harsh words and blood.
My blood?
I've fantasized about killing you before, it's nothing new, I want to stop this poisonous life I keep on living. To pause it all, for eternity.
Answer me reflection, do you want me to kill you?
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Emotional Torture.
PoetryCollection of poems and pieces written about daily struggles and tackling big world problems from the eyes of a teenager. Warning: Some chapters might be triggering. Triggers include: Suicide Eating disorder Self harm
