her

When I look at Her,

She turns away in disgust.

Now the pain is getting 

deeper and deeper

as She jabs away 

at my self-worth.

She never

ever

compliments a thing

I do. 

All the time

She patronizes me

and it hurts.

This I will never tell Her

because I am supposed

to be strong.

With just one word,

She makes

tears pour down my face;

never knowing when She has gone too far

or come up too short.

Never does She ask if I'm OK.

Only does She asks why I am loved.

I feel as if

every time

I cry out for help,

I am let down into a deep,

murky abyss,

held ever so tightly,

by Her.

She has driven me mad

ever since I told her my deepest secrets.

Now I would love for Her to be gone.

Though I have tried,

a million times before at that,

to rid myself of Her hellish nature,

She is selfish

and will not

ever leave me.

She whispers,

as cold as the Arctic wind,

"You will never be without me.

Remember? If I go, you go."