I don't ever want to revisit what you put me through, but I don't think I understood how detrimental it was for my own mental health. As I write this I'm not mad, just numb, I physically cannot go there. Don't misconstrue this I want nothing to do with you, just need you to hear me out. I wish it was different, truly do but you broke me. How do you bring a life into this world with the intent of causing inexcusable harm, did you actually think your actions wouldn't have consequences? As years go by I try and cling onto the good memories, but they slowly start to fade, your voice, I'm forgetting. Every year that goes by, marks a new chapter In my life you have missed.
I think you would be proud of who I have become but unfortunately you are battling too many demons to admit that. We may share the same last name but we are not the same, far from it.
It must pain you to know I'm better off without you, I'll continue too flourish and grow without you.
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Growing Pains
PoetryA raw and uncomfortably honest reflection on what adulting is really like, from the perspective of a naive 20 something year old.
