Constant struggle seeking validation.

Crumbling under constant intimidation.

Fearing the worse is always there.

Losing it all without a care.

Abandonment of hope and losing trust.

The knife you're holding enters me with a ******.

Taking my life, my spirit, and all that's released.

Devouring my willpower like you're ready to feast.

If I am the one you care about.

Then why must you leave me with so much doubt.

For I am confused and wondering why.

That you avoid the truth, you choose to only lie.

You're words hurt more then any attack.

You're actions towards me are like a knife to the back.

So face me when you decide I must be hurt.

That way I can see that I'm worth less then dirt