They call me a thief, they call me a slut, they call me idiot, they call me crazy, they call me weird they call me misfit. I have been called many more things till this day. I have been called atrocious things that even listening would make you say, "Is something wrong with her?".
These words may seem nonsense but it hurts deeply, specially when you are called by your own family. I have called disgrace, I've been called lazy, I have been called unwanted, I have been called ugly, I have been called shitty cause I guess that is what they see in me.
Reminiscing on my past, makes me wonder how I have last. 10 more days till my birthday, I don't even know if I would reach that day. I am thinking things through, on what a happy world I could've gone through if I could just do that sin, If I could have just sliced my skin. If I could have just made that attempt, If I could have just do what I can't.
Day by day it gets harder to breathe, Day by day I get lulled to sleep, by my pathetic cries, by my facade and lies, telling myself that it will be okay, thinking that there will be someday. They'd come up my dark room, knock on my door and take a peek, hug me and say "I love you since you came that day".
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