You.
I used to stand up for myself, but now you've worn me down.
The words I was once able to brush off now feel like needles in my skin.
Your words have made me stop believing.
Your opinions have made me hate myself.
Your comments have made me want to stop feeling.
Your remarks have made me want to stop breathing.
When I look and wonder how I got here, I blame you.
You pushed me to the edge.
You put the knife in my hands.
You tied the knot around my neck.
You pulled the trigger.
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