My existence goes way farther than the little stereotype you put me in, you have yet to realize I've never made myself the enemy. It was always you misreading what I say on purpose to play a card oh so familiar, the only sentences you know how to say. Always the victim.
You turned the world against me, made my best friends think of me as way less than who I actually am. Those arguments you'd start for the sake of a few drops of attention have finally led your 'puppy dog eyes' to a dead end.
This is the wall I'm putting up for you. Do not bother trying to walk around it, it'll stretch for as long as I'm alive and will keep you out of touch.
My ears are bleeding from all the complaining your sour mouth would say, the way you always drained me of energy should've been the first sign for me to go.
You masked pure meanness in 'criticism' when all I did was tell you how great of a person you are, I fed your ego.
You thought you were better.
But who's the one living well now?
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Emotional Torture.
PoesíaCollection 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
