My Living Hell

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


Things go from bad to worse...it’s like I was made to be abused...it’s like I was under this horrible curse...word after word is just another blow...they see me start to cry, so they say “hey, let’s give it another go”. They say they care. Just another lie. Just another accusation. I stick up for myself, but they shy away from confrontation. I can’t take this abuse. I can’t take this pain. Why can’t someone just make me happy instead of driving me insane? Why? Why? ....Why? I ask myself this question every day. Why do I keep moving on when people tell me to give up? Why do people tell me to go when I just wanna stay? Why do I keep living when people want me to die? Why? “Because”...I tell myself. Because you are worth so much more then they are saying. Because you can get through this like you have so many times before. So the next time someone tries to hurt you...just look away and ignore...ignore the pain...ignore the ignorance...because people pick on those who are beautiful...and people pick on those who have the slightest of difference.


Submitted: October 21, 2020

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