: ̗̀➛ i could see it on your face it was rough

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left a bad taste on your toungue .ᐟ ˚ ｡⋆ 🦢

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all they can say is sry,

but they should be sry for themselves.

i'm sry for venting to u,

for laying my struggles on u.

im tired.

exhausted of putting a smile on my face.

i'm sry.

sry of always going to you and annoying u.

i know ur going to replace me eventually.

i don't even know why i'm trying anymore.

i write stories about how ur amazing.

u only write a sentence.

do i mean anything to you?

or am i just a hand to help?

please stopping yelling.

my ears hurt.

ringing with all the words u tell me.

i don't like listening to my parents arguing.

but i hate it even more when i'm the victim.

i hate when i hear doors slam when they fight.

but i'm glad it's not me who's having the door slammed in their face.

save me.

i want someone to save me from my household.

again and again i have to live in this cycle.

yelled at and ignored,

then told to "suck it up".

"bottle up ur emotions".

i listen through paper thin walls,

as well as right next to my parents,

when they talk shit about me.

i know i'm horrible.

that's all i've thought.

i stopped wearing makeup around the house

so i can look a little prettier with makeup on.

i force myself to workout upon my fathers request

but am a pig when it comes to food.

when it all just stop?

it's been two years and counting.

when will i be smth other than an object to you?

when will u care for me like u do others?

...done

❛ yes, i know im a sad soul

but please cherish with your life if you can ❜

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