It really sucks never being able to do anything right, no matter how hard you try.
To have the good things about you annihilated with just a few words.
To have the things that you love thrown into your face like they are the most vile of things.
To constantly be someone's scapegoat for their miserable life.
Your words carve flesh as if you were using a knife.
Wounds souls, breaks hearts, destroys lives.
You accomplish nothing while you quash what little I have left in me.
I sit here and mourn my existence
because all you succeed in doing
is make me wish - hope pray beg plead -
that I was dead.