Do anda know what it's like to live with fear?
To be afraid every hari of your life, and to know anda can't escape from the the sumber of your fear?
Do anda know what it's like to struggle for acceptance, and find only
criticism and condemnation instead?
Do anda know what it's like to wake in the morning and know that nothing
anda do today will be right?
Do anda know what it's like to wake in the morning and KNOW that today anda will be hit. To know that if today is a "good" day, you'll only get a couple of slaps across the face, and if it's a bad day, anda could find a hand around your neck, shutting off your windpipe until anda pass out.
Do anda know what it's like to hear words such as "you're useless", "you're
stupid", "no-one will ever cinta you", and to hear these words so often you
believe them?
Do anda know what it's like to feel as if every breath anda draw is a waste of
oxygen. To feel as if suicide is the only option, but be too afraid to do it. Do anda know what it feels like to think anda are so useless anda can't even kill yourself?
Do anda know what it is like to reach for help, only to find none, and then
find things are actually worse because the one causing your pain now holds
another grudge against you?
To be afraid every hari of your life, and to know anda can't escape from the the sumber of your fear?
Do anda know what it's like to struggle for acceptance, and find only
criticism and condemnation instead?
Do anda know what it's like to wake in the morning and know that nothing
anda do today will be right?
Do anda know what it's like to wake in the morning and KNOW that today anda will be hit. To know that if today is a "good" day, you'll only get a couple of slaps across the face, and if it's a bad day, anda could find a hand around your neck, shutting off your windpipe until anda pass out.
Do anda know what it's like to hear words such as "you're useless", "you're
stupid", "no-one will ever cinta you", and to hear these words so often you
believe them?
Do anda know what it's like to feel as if every breath anda draw is a waste of
oxygen. To feel as if suicide is the only option, but be too afraid to do it. Do anda know what it feels like to think anda are so useless anda can't even kill yourself?
Do anda know what it is like to reach for help, only to find none, and then
find things are actually worse because the one causing your pain now holds
another grudge against you?
