Crikey. I never realised you felt this bad. That's so sad, kittie. (Can I call you that? As you're my imaginary cat and all). I hope you're okay after this. Email me if you need to talk.
The poem was beautiful. And so sad, but so true. You're a wonderful poet as well as a talented writer.
You can call me Kitty.
I'm getting better with it, but when you're told you're a fucking screw up every day, you really start to believe it.