(tw) Puppet master

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Well didn't think I would get random inspiration at 12am on a Monday, but here I am lol.

This poem is about parental gaslighting or emotional abuse- so yeah tw there-

Puppet master

Why is it so..
No, I need to stop..
What I am thinking is selfish and I just need to-
STOP!
It's 2am, why the fuck do I feel so low..?
The blade on my nightstand is glistening in the moonlight.. Maybe a few more and this whole thing will blow..
Stop..
Use your brain! What you are doing is insane, and think of your mom and your-
STOP!
I'm scared.. I've taken more than I care bear.. I just need everyone to just..
Stop-
I know I have fucked up. I know I'm not good enough. You tell me everyday, but please I am just dealing with too much-
Stop.
You keep telling me to stay. How could that be when all you do is ignore me?
Go!
Just leave. Don't make me feel guilty about letting me be me without you-
Go..
Yeah, you too. You go. And maybe you'll find someone else to preform in your little puppet show.

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