My mom hates when I get mad at myself and hit myself on my leg. She doesn't see the bruises I give myself as I lay in bed crying at night, praying that I can fall asleep. She doesn't notice how the words she says hit me stronger than any fist ever could. She doesn't see that I am slowly being hit by the fears I keep hidden more and more everyday. Why does she only see and care about my physical well being when my mind is slowly breaking me down from the inside with every thought she tells me I should be controlling, and everything she claims to understand. I wish she could hear the demon in my head and understand how much her words of disappointment in me. I wish I was good enough for her.
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RandomJust thoughts, feelings, and quotes that I could never voice to anyone because no one would understand. I just hope this will help someone understand they aren't alone in what they are feeling. Even though you might think you are not understood, the...
