how bad could it be for you?
bad enough.
when i tell my therapist about the abuse i went through because of her being a part of me.
my body still holds up a defense because my mind thinks that she will show up out of nowhere.
yelling.
screaming.
for "being ungrateful", because she brought me into this world.
i'd say that's pretty bad, isn't it.
bad enough.
to even my worst enemy, i hope that they never have to be raised by someone like you.
since i was never enough.
