My family isn't a family. Dinners are quiet, no one speaks for fear of being yelled at.
I do everything wrong.
I'm a bad girl.
I deserve to be punished.
Every day I take my own beatings, along with theirs. I don't feel like eating, i don't feel like doing anything. I just want to sleep, it is an escape, the only one.
Right now I hear them yelling, I hate confrontation. I hate to hear them yelling, because it is my fault. I made them angry. I do everything wrong, I cause the family to fight. Its me.
Daddy those pills don't fucking work.
At dinner I sit quite, while they yell and scold me. I sit there taking the blows, while I pour pound