I told you my soul was tired and you didn't care.
"What about your brothers?.. Father?.. the family?"
I guess I was too naive to pick up on how you didn't mention me.
I see your priorities, in the first words that left your mouth.
The only way to convince me to stay is to guilt me?
Looking back on the moment, I wish I never hugged you back.
I pushed you away three times and said I needed space. Of course you ignored it and held me closer. I shook in your arms and could barely speak past asking you to let me go. My chest was so tight and I felt like I was fading out.
But once again you didn't see my pain as a priority and let me go when you were done.
Maybe that's why you ignored me.
Your own guilt was eating you up.
You couldn't hear my cries over your own.
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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.