Being resented, actions prevented. Conflicts after another. The who did what, the how and the when. Where do I begin? Doesn't matter. Life's about to shatter again. Why am I so broken? I smile to make it. Forget how much I had to fake it. The respect is so slim. I fight and fight to gain it back again. Forgiveness is dying slowly.
I want to end me, didn't want them to resent me. What's this reality?