Thoughts I Had Today

Generational Trauma

Maybe some day down the lane
Everyone will get tired of it and leave
Everyone might get tired of the scars
that she gives
The sharp pain and bruises
that our hearts receive

One day they'll say "I'm sick of it"
Then turn their backs and walk away
Never to look back

Then she'll run back in the arms
Of the woman who gave her the same scars
Same pain
And same bruises
Yearning for the love and attention
She hardly received

We just don't understand
How she says we'll end up the same way
As she did
Because she went through it

As if she's chanting a curse

If she knows how it feels
Then why treat your own kin the same way?

A broken woman
Who also breaks others
Because she doesn't know any other form
of "love"