Hurt
It hurts. When you care for someone and all they want to do is destroy everything around you. Hurt you everyway possible. Blame you for every single thing. You cry, cry and cry and even then, that too becomes a drag.
Why do I deserve this. Whatever is wrong with me. All these questions go through your head and you start to believe every little thing is the matter with you. Maybe they're right, maybe I am the problem.
When someone talks about you and you're told something, your body either agrees to it and feels guilty or disagrees and it rejects it. But when you're told over and over again that something is wrong with you, you start to believe it. Maybe they were right. Maybe they are right. They were right. I am a problem.
Depression sets.
You become worse.
You don't want to do anything except be a problem.
You wear it.
You feel it.
You come it.
Im just going to sit for a while.
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