my parents were senseless murderers,
murdered such an innocent child
with big dreams,
my father left us,
my mother was devastated,
and now i was forced to cradle
an adult woman with an immature,
and unhealed childhood,
i was forced to be the large basin
to her pouring anger and unresolved issues,
my father taught me
to be a better parent to myself
than he ever was to me,
and so i was forced
to take care of myself
mentally and emotionally,
because my parents were never emotionally available people
i can't seem to take a break
with whatever life's been throwing at me
all i want is a painless and eternal rest
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letters after dark | poetry book 3
Poetry[ poetry and prose book 3 ] a collection of poems and proses of thoughts that fill up the void after dark. #7 in poetry #1 in proses #56 in poem #5 poetrycollection started: june 2023 ended: ----- status: on-going
