Hatred and distrust run deep when we don't say the right things.

Even deeper when we don't mean the right things.

It's hard to say everything you need to when you can see that your loved ones despise you.

I say all the wrong things and make the pain double.

I lie more and I don't know why the

lying is so easy.

Why don't you just hit me?

Why do your words hurt so much more?

I wish I could grow old with this pain in the back of my mind.

She won't look me in the eyes.

How it stings me.

I wish that I could cry this pain away.

I wish that I could run forever.

I wish that I wasn't stupid.

I have no secrets.

I have nothing.