How I make myself feel
you make me feel like I am stupid, fat and unlovable. You make me feel unappriciated and make me mad at myself for feeling this way, like its not your fault.
You whisper loud enough so only I can hear, and tell me these horrid truths about myself I’d like to ignore.
Don’t you understand you are the cause of this? This downward spiral into the black abyss of depression and suicide… I hate myself because of you. I can’t look in the mirror because of you, because I hate what I see. And yet I cant hate you because I’m lost without you.