Unlikely, but all the same, if i fall, it will be forever.
Do you feel more superior whenever you call me names? Do you feel like you’ve won, like a prize, a feeling of triumph for hurting me? But little do you know, every time you call me names, hurt me, bruise my ego, making me feel ugly, disgusting and worthless, you lose more than you gain. You’re losing me. Bits by bits, imperceptibly. I hope there won’t be a day when there’s nothing left to lose.
I’m trying to hold on because if I fall I can say that I’ve tried.
