What are you supposed to do when everyone who is supposed to be bringing you up is dragging you six feet under

What are you supposed to do when you start believing everything they say about you?

What are you supposed to do when they're right?

What are you supposed to do when they're burying me with the dirt of my mistakes and flaws and I don't move to stop them?

What are you supposed to do when  suddenly you can't breath anymore and the light from above is getting dimmer and dimmer by the second?

What are you supposed to do when there is now a grave in the cemetery with a gravestone that has been carved with lies


Beloved
Friend
Daughter
Sister
*She will always be loved

I remember a time when I would blush when someone would compliment me
a time when the evils in the world were countries away
a time when I gave everyone my trust and heart because they said they cared.


Now when I get complimented I ask if its a cruel joke

Now the evils in the world are the ones raging on the inside of me whispering in my ear


Now I have come to believe that everyone lies to get what they want, and I can't trust anyone
not even myself