What you call laziness I call depression.
You tell me to smile but I can't find it.
You've broken me, shattered me and expect me to find it okay with the words "sorry".
I can't forgive you for what you've done.
You'll never understand what that did to me.
What you've done to me.
Over and over again,
Showing me I'll never be enough for anything.
Words like knives carved into memory,
You bark baring your teeth snarling,
Here I am breaking but you can't see anything.
Picking up where you left me,
Trying to gather what's left of me,
You trying to tell me "It'll be better."
I can't seem to find the better in anything.
Flashbacks take me back to when you left me.
Pictures changing back and forth from little me to the older me,
To whom I was to whom I now have to be.
Don't thank me for being strong because I've had to be.
I'll...