Little Things Is this anger? Anger I feel in my hands as I type this fucking pathetic #poem. Anger i feel in my heart as my love for him grows and my love for myself fades. Anger I feel in my head as I over think ever little thing he says. Every little detail about my appearance. Every Little Thing. You are pathetic. You are worthless. You are disgusting. You. Are. Nothing. Nothing Nothing Nothing...... The voices keep whispering to me. Their words growing louder and louder and LOUDER AND LOUDER. Whispering stones. Whispering glass. Whispering words. Just stop. Please. Sweetheart, stop. Look in my eyes. Stop. And pull me close. Stop. And hold me. Hold me. Dear god, please. Stop. And just. Fucking. Look at me.
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