you've always been there.
to say that sounds sweet and grateful. it may even sound like we have a good relationship.
but dare see it the other way.
you have always been there.
you stood by when i got hurt and you knew i couldn't talk. you could read it in my eyes that i needed help. that i needed my mother to be what a mother is supposed to be.
but you never were, were you.
there are so many scenarios in my head where you turned around, came back, picked me up.
and yet, i know that none of them are real.
and it hits me like a bucket of ice water to remember.
you looked me straight in the eyes. and got up and left. left me with that teacher. left me with those cruel kids. left me with a bleeding foot, a crushed toe and a bleeding heart.
or the other times.
when you told me that i was imagining things. that none of it was real. when you told me that i needed to stop blaming you because you hadn't done anything wrong. crying crocodile tears just so my father would come and hug you, throwing a cold look over his shoulder.
and i was always alone.
even though you were always there.
it's so cold inside my heart, my mind, my head. i don't want to be in here. i'm in a prison and i'm my own prisoner.
help me.
anyone.
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