Sylvanna Devlin

I see the problem here.

While I thought corralling me into one room, watching and mocking my every move. Manipulating drama into existence with every threat. Was to drive me to suicide. The truth is worse.

“The minute you do laundry I’ll steal everything.”

So I can lie here in period filth?

But::

“I’m going to make sure they take away your commode.”

Which trap is it you fluxing queen of creating drama?

I tell you I have to wake up suicidal and summon the will to survive and you giggle-giggle twist the knife.

So funny, with the lies you spread, everyone wants to hurt me.

You block every potential visitor – while I’m not awake enough to stop you. But oh yes do I hear.

“Just helping”

Bugger off. That’s the lie all possible abusers spread.

You’d help me.

If I’d only “obey”

Step in line.

Do what you want.

“Dance marionette dance”

And when I’m ready to die you get others to dogpile me into going to the hospital.

So you can break me? Or kill me? Because the first isn’t happening and the second is more tempting than a different kind of second further in this life.

Sometimes though my fury escapes.

You said, “go ahead and kill yourself then”

And I said “you die first”

I continued.

“You’ll have to die first before I die, but I won’t be the one to do it”

You said “thank you for threatening me.”

With what? Living?

As clever as you are to control and manipulate those around you.

You’re apparently not smart enough to realize you do indeed lie, control, abuse, and manipulate your plans into reality.

But you can’t have me.

Thank goodness! A decent picture of my very expressive face! At least something is right. I mean you did say you were going to lie and say it’s not real. But at least I look good in my photos for once.