My pillow still heavily soaked with recent tears
My back still hurt from all of your extra weight
Only to be taunted by with my few fears
I have to admit, my patience is reaching slim heights
So yes,
I do stand by and watch you tumble down this road,... again
As a child, I shouldn't wake to angry drunk slurs;
Or trembling when I see papers of my thoughts wide open,
Then suddenly everything's broad casted in rumors
Yet, Im the one who needs to grow up and get my life together.
As a young teen, I hoped I could help
I listened to you yell and stayed silent
And held you as you weeped
But when you were needed, you were gone in an instant.
But now I don't have it in me anymore
I can't be your mother
While I'm still healing my battle wounds
With an empty beer bottle in hand,
You cast your guilt with bait
Waiting for me to bite
And when i do, you skin me alive
And read my veins
Hoping to getting anything you can hold
But then I remember
There's no love in I love you
No respect in I trust you
No protection with your presence
So my chin rises higher
From my love
From my hope
For me, not you.
I might be your daughter,..
but I'm my own mother.
<3
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Wild Nightmares Fueled By Anxiety Attacks
PoetryIt's just some poems I come up with. There some if everything; mostly sad, some confused, some mad. It's more of to just write what's on my mind. Some poems are more I need to get it of my chest and other I feel like I need to talk about a problem. ...
