I experienced death at a young age

I felt the presence of death at a young age. Not the one where the human body dies and the soul lives on but rather where the soul dies whilst the body is perfectly intact. Yes, at a young age I felt my parent's disapproval. Every time I would hear her footsteps approaching my room, I would, at an instant, rise and distract myself. Distract myself from her eyes, piercing me, making sure I was of use. After all, I'm a girl which means the dishes being dirty is my fault. I would distract myself from her insults coming in one by one while I stared down at my feet canceling her voice little by little. My soul died not when I had my very first love break my heart into pieces but when my mother called me useless. I experienced death at a young age when the person sitting down in a corner in the bathroom at 2 am crying and shaking with smears of mascara on her cheek, seemed worthless. My soul died there.

-OutsiderL.T