A little taste of verbal abuse and what it did

by XHe attacks me in my sleepX

little taste or abuse. People always telling you they know what your going through. The pain. The anerexia. The lies. The believing. You know. just the basics.

IM HURT OK!

I would like to go one day,

With out her to say,

That she knows my pain in every way.

I make the same circular motions.

Feeling shattered and im just going with the notions.

Telling every one Im not hungry,

Food makes me sick, please don't be angry.

I shake and turn white when I walk into new places,

Worrying that all the new faces,

Will judge me just as they did.

Am I really that ugly?

Am I really that insane?

But the past three months I've just hid the pain.

Abuse is NOT funny.

Its NOT a game.

Don't lie to me and say your playing around.

Because now al I here is now your voice

That GROSS DESCUTSTING sound.

I don't want to be here. I just want to be isolated.

As she could tell my enthusiasm quickly faded.

I GIVE UP.

You win.

Im ugly, stupid a whore, and not worth anything.

Please. Let me slip away….soon.