People wonder how it got so far. They ask me if something happened and I tell them, “Yeah…my childhood”.
They ask me if I hate you, and I tell them “hate” isn’t a strong enough word.
It hurts, doesn’t it? Are you in a lot of pain? Cause I was in a lot of pain.
I’m still trying to fix your damage. Still trying to cover up the scars.
You deserve this. You did this to yourself.
And I fucking hope it hurts.