"This is your home"
"Everyone holds your back when you're crumbling"
'And when we can't
We hold up whatever we can of you"
"Home, this is home"My family will never let me go when i'm dying
Perhaps for you, father
Perhaps they'll let me crumble down to my grave
If it wasn't for youAnd my family will provide me comfort
Love
When my back is breaking
"My family
So kind
So cooperative
Loves me"
I'm a liar
I'm a pretender
They will tear my back open
If they could build their home with my spineLove of sympathy always prevails
Purety never exists
In their heads, that maybe all that is there
But I lost a lot from those hands"She is our child!"
I'm aware you do your children better than this
But no you don’t spare them even
If their hands earn you your desiresAll that ever mattered to our mothers
Was feeding their weaknesses
At whatever cost may be paidAll that never happened
Was acknowledging the truth
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PoetryA collection of my poetries. Some of these would be romantic, others would be about friendship, trauma, childhood trauma, mental illness and more. A lot of the ones I'm gonna post here are already posted on my social media. Follow me on there to re...