Unholy Objections

Reality

Copyright Unholy Objections

I am insecure.
I’ve spent my life being battered by others,
taking their criticisms and pretending it doesn’t hurt.
They think it’s fun,
that I’m just their punchbag,
just there to be abused and mistreated.
Outside I show no pain,
just a smile and I let them get on with it.
It’s easier that way.
My confidence is bruised and my self-worth is nothing.
Sometimes I feel like nothing,
non-existant,
a non-human.
This is an existance, not a life.
Each night I pray I die in my sleep.
Each morning I hope they kill me today.

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