Camren

I remember sitting in the corner of our bedroom floor, barely able to hold myself together, it was my darkest moment, I wanted to die, I tried to. But, (and luckily) I didn't succeed. I looked up at you in the middle of my grief to find you laughing at me. Do you have any idea what kind of scar that left inside of me? from tender to rough sweet to bitter I was never going to be good enough. I'll never understand why my pain made you so mad. Or how you could find it funny. there were times when you would look at me and I felt like I was looking at evil itself. You will not have the best of me this time. I will not let this destroy me.