It's always my family. They are always the ones that make me feel like a piece of garbage. You know, I didn't think that my eyebrows were too thin until my family told me they were, I didn't think I was fat until they told me I was, I didn't think that I ate too much until they told me I did, I didn't think that I was ugly until they told me I was, I didn't find my voice annoying until they told me it was, I wasn't annoyed by my own presence until they told me they were, I didn't think that I walked funny until they told me I did, I didn't think I was a bad singer until they told me I was. I didn't even think that I cried too much until they told me I did. I wasn't really broken until they broke me. But I forgive them every time because I love them and I fucking hate myself even more for that. I hate myself for loving them as much as I do after everything they have done to break me.
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Depressing Stuff
PoetryIn the title, mostly me just venting about life... I write all of these if it's not mine I'll say so *spelling corrections coming soon
