Its Hard when someone steals your spirit by kicking you when youre down and claims it for their own.
its not fair because they know what theyre doing and so do you,but you cant stop them.
character is a natural thing,but now i understand why it belongs to so few.
once its taken its difficult to gain the confidence to get it back again.
their words,they echo through out my mind.
their jeers cause me to second guess myself,every step of the way.
their faces are unavoidable,their sneers impossible to ignore.
they make your life a living hell and they do it when youre at your most vulnerable and raw,when you have no protection…when you least expect it.
they sense your every wound and weakness and twist the sward. Who might these people be? my friends.
its strange the way they think its funny and claim not to know the pain that they cause. theyre killing me….making me a shell of my old self. I long for the sanctuary of my room where im safe from them. I wish i c ould get away…i feel like a little child being abused by its parents….the only ones theyre supposed to be able to trust and the only ones she can dependon. Burnt and broken….i long for the suport and stability of true friendship…or even love…
but thats a dream i fear shall never come true…
to put it planely ive just been dissillusioned.