My fucked up poems

Remember?

You say your proud of me,

You say you love me,

You say all kinds of things,

But do you really mean it?

Do you remember when you would hit me?

When you would call me lazy, worthless, loser?

When you said I was going to be the one to beg my brother for money.

Do you remember?

Well, I do.

I remember you ruining my 9th or 8th birthday.

I remember you threatening me to punch me in the face.

I remember when you would hit me for stupid little things.

Remember when you didn't care?

When you would go party and leave us in the house.

And you wonder why we are never close to you.

You wonder why we never want to be around you.

And I know it was a long time ago,

But I always think about it, and it never seems to go away.

That's why I'm always mad.

I wish it could go away.

Fuck, do I wish it could go away.

But when you say I'm proud or you or I love you....

Remember.