Abuse can feel like love
Starving people will eat anything.
I sometimes wonder if it's my fault.
Did I purposely gave birth to myself into a family filled with chaos?
A father that provides
But emotionally avoidant
A mother that thinks the abuse she's receiving is love
I pity her
I wish I could say it ends with me, like hoover said.
But I don't think it ever did end.
It is in my blood to lust for abuse
We crave what we're taught after all.
-it doesn't end with us
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Haunted |+18|
PoetryA letter of all the things I cannot say out loud but am constantly thinking and being haunted by. Dark content used in the story Read at your own risk
