Physical pain.

I hate you, i fucking hate you. Ever since i was a child, not even once was i exempt from your rage of anger. You just kept letting it out on me. You want to know why i rebel. Well i'll fucking let you know why i've grown to be like this. You made me like this mum, you did this to yourself. I remember every single time i got hit, i remember exactly how painful it was physically and emotionally, to the point where i get happy about dreaming about murdering you. Honest truth is, i think im fucked in the head. Confession number 1 would be, i like zombies and i enjoy gory things because i've already plot your death. I hope a zombie apocalypse would happen so i can smash the shits out of you. I'm not normal, and you did this to me, i laugh when i cry and cry when i laugh i dont even know whats happening to me. I just want you to know, keep hitting me if you wish to, im growing numb to this pain. Fuck what you did to me today and what you did to me every other day, bruises only mark the days where i survived mentally. Though i dont know how much longer i can do this. You dont understand anything if you keep living in your generation, a lot has changed but because of your unwillingness to change, you brought this upon your own daughter. You curse my future? Ha, love, i'm already living a cursed life. You think im having it easy, but if only you could read my mind for the day, you'll know how broken i am.