This is crazy.
All of it.
The fighting,
the yelling,
the crying.
Why don’t you just let me be.
You don’t know how bad those words hurt.
And every time you say them,
they just cut me deeper.
But you don’t care,
the only thing you care about is making me miserable.
You see that it hurts me,
you see that it’s tearing me apart,
you see that you’ve found my weekness.
And that makes you happy.