I never thought packing my bags would leave tears in my eyes and a frown on my lips.
All the pain and negative memories trapped in one household made me want to run and never look back.
But the people inside make me hesitate.
I hate the memories we share but never you. I cant bring to myself to hate someone as traumatized as myself.
We are both victims with a similar mind. Our only outlet for our anger was each other and I fear what will happen to us when we no longer have each other.
Will I bottle it up? Will I break?
Worst case is I become another version of you.
But then again you are just the older version of me.
I feel like I was created in your image. Same smile, eyes, body, hair.. even soul.
I'm scared I won't be as successful.
I can compare my life at this age to yours and I can see where I lack.
Maybe I'll grow up to be the worse version of you.
Mama I'm so scared. I'm so tired. I'm trying so hard.
But I can't keep up.
You raised me to be strong and be better but it's just not working out. I'm so sorry.
I'm so so sorry.
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Dark skinned Dreams
RandomJust trying to find myself and my place. Just trying to find peace. People told me I should make a diary and this is it. It's all personal thoughts and feelings I hope that I'm not alone in feeling. Major trigger warning ahead.
