She tells me it’s all my fault.

She tells me what I’ve done to “us”.

She tells me what a failure I am.

She tells me how I should simply wander off and die.

She tells me what a fool I am.

She tells me how useless I am.

She tells me I’m stupid.

That I’ll never be who I should be.

That I’ll always be alone and all my friends and leave me.

That he deserves better.

That I’m just being melodramatic.

She reminds me how much I hate her.

But mostly she reminds me how much I hate myself.

And really,

I’m starting to believe her.