a pain worse than anything
is realizing
you're better off
of realizing
that she was abusive
that if she hadn't died
i would've
that the amount of
suicidal thoughts
weren't even depression
but ongoing trauma
of realizing
she wouldn't have done better
she would've kept going
until we all
cracked
and then blamed us for
being selfish
when all we wanted
all we needed
was for someone to love us
YOU ARE READING
The Beauty in the Beast
PoetryHold on a second while I divulge my soul to the internet.