Do you know what it's like to live with fear?
To be afraid every araw of your life, and to know you can't escape from the the pinagmulan of your fear?
Do you know what it's like to struggle for acceptance, and find only
criticism and condemnation instead?
Do you know what it's like to wake in the morning and know that nothing
you do today will be right?
Do you know what it's like to wake in the morning and KNOW that today you 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, you could find a hand around your neck, shutting off your windpipe until you pass out.
Do you know what it's like to hear words such as "you're useless", "you're
stupid", "no-one will ever pag-ibig you", and to hear these words so often you
believe them?
Do you know what it's like to feel as if every breath you draw is a waste of
oxygen. To feel as if suicide is the only option, but be too afraid to do it. Do you know what it feels like to think you are so useless you can't even kill yourself?
Do you 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 araw of your life, and to know you can't escape from the the pinagmulan of your fear?
Do you know what it's like to struggle for acceptance, and find only
criticism and condemnation instead?
Do you know what it's like to wake in the morning and know that nothing
you do today will be right?
Do you know what it's like to wake in the morning and KNOW that today you 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, you could find a hand around your neck, shutting off your windpipe until you pass out.
Do you know what it's like to hear words such as "you're useless", "you're
stupid", "no-one will ever pag-ibig you", and to hear these words so often you
believe them?
Do you know what it's like to feel as if every breath you draw is a waste of
oxygen. To feel as if suicide is the only option, but be too afraid to do it. Do you know what it feels like to think you are so useless you can't even kill yourself?
Do you 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?
