Living hell

Walking through the door again
no joyful calls or greetings
walking into this living hell again
time stops and hopelessness sets in
i die a little more each day
attempting to live here
in this sorry excuse for a family
you scream the same words again
demanding to know what's wrong with me
i cant think
my mind's too cluttered with unanswered questions
i cant breathe
the toxicity of your presence chokes me
i cant feel
i have numbed myself to love and hate alike
the burning anger never warms my frozen heart
frozen and empty, i have nothing left to give
you have robbed me of everything good in me
and continue to ask for so much more
what's wrong with me you ask?
take a look in the mirror and you'll know