Is it?
All it ever does is make you think that's not how I feel.
If I don't say it, you think I don't feel it.
If I do say it, and then I don't do it, you think I don't feel it.
You don't care that I feel it. You've spent 7 years not caring about that, while you use every abuse to excuse every subsequent abuse, until my life is nothing else other than your abuse 24 hours a day.
It's never about what you're doing; you're writing the script, so it's only ever about what you want to think I did to deserve it.
Death really is the only way out. I know that every day, whether I am actively suicidal or not.
Copyright L. Kochman, February 18, 2017 @ 11:37 a.m.
