The weight of my family's words crushes my spirit. leaving me feeling small and insignificant.
Their actions pierce my heart like daggers. Each one leaves a scar that never truly heals.
I continue to put on a brave face, pretending that their cruelty doesn't affect me, but inside,
I am a mess of raw emotions and hidden pain.
It's a constant battle to keep myself together and not let their toxic behaviour consume me completely.
Family should be a source of comfort and love, but for me, it's a never-ending cycle of sorrow and despair.
I wish it would end soon.
I wish death would bring me comfort and heal me from the core, as death isn't as painful as life, and life isn't as beautiful as death.
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