I feel my anxiety getting worse.
I feel things were going to get better one day.
But there just stuck in turmoil.
I don't know how much ******* more I can take.
The blame.
The pain.
The crushing inside my heart.
Why do people blame me for everything?
It's not my fault none of it is.
But they all make it my fault.
It's hard to stay true to myself.
Why'd you hurt me when you knew?
You knew it would hurt and you did it anyway.
Why do people hurt others on purpose?
Especially the ones they love.
Jesus I pray you come back soon.
Save me from this hell on earth.
What if it is my fault.
What if I'd never said anything?
What if no one ever knew and things were still the same?
You were my distraction.
The good thing in my life.
And now it's shot to hell.
I don't know who to turn to.
There's so much pain pouring out of me.
Why do you want to hurt me?
Your daughter.
Your creation.