I can’t breathe.
i’m drowning.
suffocating in a murky depth of contempt.
I hate how it’s like quicksand in here.
the more I try to swim up, the farther and the faster I sink.
the harder I try to win your approval, the more you despise me.
you couldn't read into it?
all the reasons you hate me,
you could never see past them.
you’d never try, anyway.
yet I still wear myself down.
drowning,
killing myself,
trying to get you to like me.
…
the human psyche is quite interesting, no?