How can I feel so much hate? For someone I love so much? Why do I now hate myself, for not being someone that isn’t me? How does she control my fear by a simple sound in her voice? Her annoyance with me is complete. I am cast into a chasm of shame. How do I disappoint her so easily? When I’m trying so hard to please her? How can I fix my bad behavior? How can I break from this tyranny? How can I mold myself into what she wants? What does she desire that I don’t provide? Again my frustration makes me want to die. I am sick and tired of asking why.
Why am I pacing back and forth? Why am I’m gritting my teeth? Why am I trying to keep the word “YouF#ckingB%tch” from spitting out of my mouth? I DON”T CARE ANYMORE I am standing on the edge of a very steep ***** I am utterly at the end of my rope. My rope of hope slips through my hands. I can’t relate, I don’t understand. She tells me I must let go of the rope. It’s frayed, like me; I have come to its end. I am desperate for her to pull me up again She says my rope of hope is broke. Then I realize as I fall away down the cliff to sure unhappiness. My rope of hope has given way. I look into her eyes as I tumble down. From what I see, it’s bad for me I see the glint; she is holding the knife She has spliced my rope to humanity. She was successful. I now feel hate. From my gut to my bones, I tell myself I will never love again.